Chapter 337

Aspen's face darkened, and she intervened. "Andrew, let it go. Consider this—Mr. Kelce is a man of his age and standing, and you… well, you're not. Forcing him to kneel risks your own safety."

Andrew replied calmly, "I'm not worried. I'm tough; I'll gladly accept his kneeling and begging."

Aspen clenched her fists. "Andrew, do you understand the risk? Mr. Kelce commands the loyalty of thousands in Bridgefields. He's respected in the antique community and has powerful connections in martial arts. Are you prepared for the repercussions of forcing him to kneel?"

Andrew laughed coldly. "Aspen, I see through you. You're trying to protect him. Threatening me with Bridgefields' bigwigs and antique tycoons? My fear is irrelevant, but do you think these Jayrodale people will tolerate your interference?"

Elsie's voice was icy. "Ms. Stevens, as a guest from Bridgefields, you're welcome at this appraisal event. But if you act otherwise, the Radiant Group will put you in your place."

The Jayrodale experts echoed her sentiments, their tones sharp.

"Ms. Stevens, this is Jayrodale, not Bridgefields. Who do you think you are, threatening Mr. Lloyd?"

"Exactly. Is the Stevens family really so influential? One more disrespectful word, and we'll see if you leave here on your feet."

"Remember, you're in Jayrodale. Continue this nonsense, and we'll escort you out."

Aspen's face flushed with frustration and anger. She hadn't expected to become the target. Worse, they seemed serious about expelling her.

She glared at Andrew. "Fine, Andrew, you have guts. But this appraisal event isn't over. I'll demonstrate true expertise and what it means to be a master of antiques!"

Aspen wasn't one to accept defeat. As the pride of the Bridgefields Stevens family, she'd been raised on praise. In Jayrodale, she was determined to make a name for herself, and she wouldn't back down—not even against Andrew.

Meanwhile, Orion attempted to slip away, but a sharp kick sent him sprawling into the crowd.

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Andrew smirked. "What's this? You've finally decided to kneel?"

Orion's face burned crimson. "Who kicked me? Show yourself, or I'll—"

No one answered, but the crowd surrounded him, cutting off his escape.

"Get down on your knees!"

"Bow your head!"

"You made a bet, keep your word!"

The shouts echoed, and Orion's fury morphed into fear. He saw there was no escape. The crowd was too large, and he had no allies.

Swallowing his pride, he croaked, "You win… I was wrong!"

His voice trembled with suppressed rage as he bowed his head, his fists clenched. He knelt, admitting defeat.

The crowd erupted in laughter, their jeers filling the air. Orion Kelce, the once untouchable figure from Bridgefields, was utterly humiliated. His once-respected name was now a laughingstock.

Andrew raised a hand mockingly. "Good, you can get up now. But remember this: don't act so superior. Otherwise, I might teach you another lesson."

Francesca laughed uncontrollably. "Andrew, you're terrible! Oh, this is too good!"