Chapter 296

Christina couldn't comprehend Andrew's effect on such exceptional women—first Lauren, then Francesca, and now the formidable Natasha, the powerful widow who ruled West End. Returning to the lounge, she told Aspen, "Let's go home."

Aspen shook her head. "Not yet, Christie. You need to learn to handle these situations, even if you dislike them."

"I don't want to breathe the same air as Andrew," Christina replied coldly.

Aspen asked, with a knowing smile, "What's wrong? Does it bother you that this supposed gold-digger is suddenly so successful?"

Christina responded stiffly, "If he can climb the social ladder through women, that's his talent. It doesn't bother me."

Aspen said seriously, "No, Christie, you're wrong. He's not rising in status; he simply doesn't know his place. Once powerful women like Madam Vostokoff tire of this nobody, they'll discard him. I've seen it happen countless times."

Outside, on the lawn, Andrew found Natasha increasingly troublesome. Whenever he attempted to leave, she threatened, "If you leave, you can forget about that rare medicine I promised."

"Madam Vostokoff, surely you're not wasting your time on me?" Andrew asked wearily.

"This isn't a waste of time. I'm genuinely interested in you," Natasha snapped. "If you work for me in West End, I'll give you not just the medicine, but myself as well. How's that?"

"I'm not interested," Andrew replied, shaking his head.

Natasha laughed angrily. "Aren't you afraid of angering me by constantly rejecting me?"

"Even if you're angry, I can't help that," Andrew remained unmoved.

Natasha said with a bitter laugh, "Antonio told me yesterday you were playing hard to get. But now I see you genuinely aren't interested. You're such an arrogant man! Do you know how many men are lined up to be with me?"

"Well, I'm definitely not one of them," Andrew said with a smirk.

Natasha gritted her teeth. "Okay, you're stubborn, but I'm not a patient person. The more I can't get something, the more I want it."

She added, "Anyway, you should finish this dance with me. Meanwhile, Dylan and the others can record more of Finley and Yvonne's intimate interactions."

Andrew nodded. "If that's the reason, sure."

The gala concluded at 10 p.m. Natasha remained furious, unable to believe Andrew's rejection. She vowed to teach him a lesson later. Nevertheless, their plan succeeded; they captured many intimate photos of Finley and Yvonne.

Dylan laughed, "I wonder what Atlas will think when he sees these photos on his desk tomorrow."

"That perverted Finley is even lusting after his friend's woman. How disgusting," Natasha remarked disdainfully, flipping through the photos.

Andrew frowned. "These photos alone might not be enough to turn Atlas against Finley."

Dylan asked in surprise, "Mr. Lloyd, isn't this enough? We've got photos of them touching, kissing, and even nibbling each other!"