Just as expected, the moment Andrew left the Phelan estate, someone started tailing him. Even so, he did not care in the slightest.

He casually pulled out his phone and called Aspen. "Come pick me up. I'll send you my location."

Then, he spent the next few minutes strolling through the streets, purposely leading the tail through a maze of turns.

Once he reached a busy part of the city, Andrew made a few quick moves through the crowd and lost the stalker without breaking a sweat. At the arranged pickup point, a cherry-red LaFerrari was parked boldly at the curb, gleaming under the sun.

Leaning coolly against the hood, wearing sunglasses and radiating confidence, was Aspen—a full-on showstopper. The second she saw Andrew, she did not say a word—just grabbed him and shoved him into the passenger seat.

Then, she quickly slammed the gas and shot off like they were escaping a crime scene.

"Okay, you're being a bit dramatic," Andrew said with a laugh, watching Aspen drive like s