Chapter 405
“No matter how many failures I face, Andrew, I’ll never stoop to being a gold digger like you,” Aspen said venomously.
She continued, “Natasha and Dylan might be fooled by you now, but tell them this–I won’t let Atlas’s death go unpunished. If they don’t return my billion dollars, they’ll face the same fate as the Northern District!”
Andrew replied calmly, “Let me warn you one last time, Aspen. This is Jayrodale, not Bridgefields, and certainly not your Stevens family territory. You should learn to be more modest away from home. Not everyone will coddle you like your parents. If you try to cause trouble for Dylan and Natasha, you’ll only be destroying yourself.”
Christina laughed coldly and said, “Andrew, you’re acting like you represent these two underground leaders. Why put on such an act?”
“You’re actually right,” Andrew smiled. “I do represent them. In fact, I now control Jayrodale’s underground world.”
Aspen scoffed, “Come on, Christie. Let’s go. It’s a waste of time talking to someone living in a fantasy world.”
Christina gave Andrew a cold look and said with a smirk, “I heard Ms. Rhodes has a new marriage arrangement. Your good days are coming to an end, Andrew.”
Andrew smiled and replied, “No worries. I still have Fran, Natasha, and Elsie as close friends. These wealthy, beautiful women can keep me living the high life!”
“Have you become completely shameless?” Christina snapped. “Don’t you have any pride left?”
Andrew’s expression turned cold as he said, “Christina, I’ve been lenient with you because of our history. But your stupidity and arrogance have become unbearable. I warned you that your blind pride would be your downfall. Let’s wait and see.”
Christina’s face flushed with anger as she laughed bitterly, “Fine, let’s wait and see. I told you I’d be better off without you!”
Despite her words, Christina felt frustrated inside. Andrew had risen far above her, while her own missteps had left her trailing behind his success. This realization made her deeply uncomfortable.
Ignoring the two egotistical women, Andrew returned to his office and asked Francesca, "Fran, what’s going on with Irene?”
Francesca smirked and replied, “Chest pain, anxiety attack, fainting–she keeps crying about losing her life savings and not wanting to live anymore.”
Andrew shook his head. “That’s karma for you. No one else to blame.”
Francesca snorted. “Of course it’s karma! You have already advised the Stevens family, but they didn’t listen. I still remember how the old hag Irene kept showing off, but it’s all over now. She didn’t get rich, and she was so angry that she was hospitalized!”
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Meanwhile, at the Rhodes residence, Lauren was in a good mood after her phone call with Andrew. Unlike his previous emotionally distant behavior, he had finally shown some consideration for her.
Tiana entered the room wearing an elegant black dress, her expression ice–cold as she asked, “You were talking to that boy again, weren’t you?”
Lauren replied dismissively, “Mom, are you going to control who I talk to now?”
“Watch your tone, Lauren,” Tiana said sternly. “Your dad sent me here to keep an eye on you and make sure you cut all ties with that boy–including emotional ones.”