Chapter 744
Leroy said, “You just need to manage Stevens Corporation, make good money, hand over your G–Wagon to me, and introduce Natasha to me as my future wife. That’s all!”
Andrew burst out laughing—so hard his stomach hurt. He mocked, “Hah! The Stevens sure are straightforward with their demands. And wow, so polite about it too!”
However, Irene did not seem to catch the sarcasm in his tone. She beamed. “Of course! Andrew, just come back and patch things up with Christie. You two were meant to be together! Don’t worry, as your future mother-in-law, I’ll treat you well from now on. Everything that happened in the past? Consider it forgotten!”
Leroy stretched out his hand expectantly and smirked. “Andrew, give me the keys to the G–Wagon now. I’ll take it for a spin at the club tonight—gotta impress the ladies! And about Natasha, no rush! Just talk to her and let her know that becoming my wife would be an honor. She should be grateful, honestly!”
He was already lost in his own fantasy, grinning like an idiot, practically drooling at the thought.
Natasha was a force to be reckoned with in the underground world. Back then, Leroy would not have even been worthy of licking the dirt off her shoes.
Nonetheless, with Andrew as a connection, all his fear disappeared, replaced by pure greed. He did not just admire Natasha—he wanted her.
Standing to the side, Francesca was already fuming, her fists clenched tight. She thought the Stevens were insanely delusional.
How could they say something so shameless with a straight face?
Nonetheless, since Andrew had not spoken yet, she held back her anger. Still, she secretly vowed—no way in hell would she let him get back together with Christina.
Andrew was hers—and her best friend Lauren’s. No one else was taking him away.
“Andrew, please… come back to me,” Christina called out softly, her eyes filled with longing.
The evening breeze made her long hair dance around her, her white dress glowing under the streetlights. With just one look, it was easy to see why so many men saw her as their dream girl.
Yet, to Andrew, she might as well have been a dead tree by the roadside—dull, lifeless, and completely unremarkable.
“Sorry, but I don’t do second chances,” he said casually.
Then, his gaze swept over Irene and Leroy, his voice filled with scorn. “And you two… I don’t know if it’s God or just sheer delusion that gave you the confidence to say something this ridiculous. Hah! Me? Becoming your perfect son-in-law? Just the thought makes me sick.
“And you, Leroy—do you really think a useless, spoiled rich boy like you is worthy of Natasha? Do yourself a favor—look in the mirror. What exactly do you have that would make her even glance in your direction?”
Andrew’s words cut deep, striking at the very core of the Stevens family.
Especially Leroy, who had the audacity to set his sights on his subordinate, Natasha. Andrew’s disgust for him was undeniable.
If Natasha found out this fool was drooling over her, she would probably turn the Stevens mansion into a bloodbath by morning—and Leroy? He would wake up missing a very important part of himself.
“Well said!” Francesca finally let out a breath, grinning as she clapped in approval.
Then, as if to make her stance clear, she slipped her arm around Andrew’s and leaned in close, flashing Christina a sweet, triumphant smile.
While they stood there looking intimate, the Stevens trio all turned an ugly shade of green.
Irene was the first to explode. “You shameless, disgusting air! How dare you get all touchy-feely in front of Christie? Have you no shame?!”
She jabbed a finger at Andrew, her voice shrill with fury. “Listen here, you little punk! You have two choices: return and dedicate yourself to the Stevens family, help Christie reclaim her success, and do your duty… or prepare for hell, because I will make sure you never have a single peaceful day for the rest of your life!”