Chapter 851

It was another beautiful night, the kind with a bright moon and clear skies. Andrew had gone to bed early, hoping to finally get some rest.

Honestly, he had not been sleeping well these past few days, especially last night. After punishing Francesca the entire night, she had begged for mercy, her legs too weak to stand.

Andrew was not made of steel either, and the fatigue was starting to catch up to him. Just as he turned off the lights and settled in, he heard the door outside creak open.

His ears twitched as he frowned, thinking, “This is the most high-end private villa in Moonlit Sanctuary—there’s no way some random thief would just break in, right?”

Then, the light in the outer room switched on, and there was the soft rustling sound of someone changing into slippers. With another click, the light went off again.

A shadow carefully tiptoed across the floor, each step so light it sounded like a cat sneaking around.

Andrew smirked in the darkness. “Wow, a considerate thief. The intruder is even changing into house slippers—clearly, this is a thief with some class!”

Whoever it was, they crept straight toward Andrew’s bedroom. Before he could react, the person dove under his covers.

“You jerk, I’m sleeping with you tonight!”

The familiar scent of sweet milk filled Andrew’s nose. He did not even need to guess. He reached out, grabbed the soft little body, and pulled her out of the covers.

He asked, “Fran, didn’t you say you weren’t coming tonight?”

Francesca huffed. “What’s it to you?”

“Alright, but if you’re staying, aren’t you going to undress?”

“Nope! You’re not touching me tonight!”

“If I’m not allowed to touch you, then why are you even here?”

“I came to sleep! What, is that not allowed? You gave me the key, so I can come and go as I please.”

“Fine, you can sleep, but can you stop grabbing me down there?”

“I refuse!”

Just like that, the night turned into another wild storm. At this rate, Andrew figured his king-sized bed would not last much longer—he’d probably have to buy a new one soon.

Meanwhile, Finley arrived with his crew at the Stevens mansion, and Irene greeted them warmly as they stepped inside.

The men of the Hidden Dragons had spent years training in martial arts and running the streets, so they were all broad-shouldered, rough around the edges, and had absolutely no manners.

The moment they entered the Stevens mansion, they headed straight for the living room and sank into the plush couches like they owned the place.

Each of them lit a cigarette, puffing clouds of smoke into the air.

Finley leaned back against the soft leather sofa, completely at ease, and shot Christina a smirk. “Ms. Stevens, I hope you don’t mind. My guys are a little uncultured. They don’t care much for formalities like you high-society folks, so I’ll apologize in advance.”

Christina found them repulsive, but she did not let it show. Instead, she offered a polite smile and said, “Mr. Moore, you’re too kind. Having you as our guest is an honor for the Stevens family.”

Finley chuckled, his gaze sweeping shamelessly over Christina’s figure. From the moment he had arrived in Jayrodale, he had wanted to get his hands on this woman. Too bad he had not found the right opportunity yet.

Christina felt the heat of his stare, and a shiver of unease ran down her spine. However, she knew better than to let it show. After all, they had invited these men as guests, so no matter how uncomfortable she felt, she had to endure until they left.

Meanwhile, Irene busied herself in the kitchen, bringing out dishes with the help of two housekeepers.

Leroy grabbed a box of high-end cigars and a selection of expensive liquor, eagerly serving Finley and his men. He was practically groveling, his every move screaming flattery and desperation.

Yet, Finley did not even spare Leroy a glance. His eyes never left Christina.

Once everything was set, Irene took a seat and smiled. “Mr. Moore, gentlemen, please help yourselves.”

Before she even finished speaking, Finley and his five men were already digging in, devouring the meal without a single care for the Stevens family.

Irene’s smile froze briefly, but she quickly covered it with an awkward laugh. She picked up her spoon and reached for a dish, pretending nothing was wrong.