Zachary let out a cold snort. "You better make sure there isn't a next time. Everyone seated here has earned their place—except you. You're just a cheap nobody who doesn't belong at this table."

He added, "Get on your knees and pour drinks for Mr. Lloyd and Ms. Stevens."

Ruth stared at him in disbelief. Was he seriously asking her to kneel now, all for Andrew? Was he really worth this level of humiliation?

Ultimately, she gritted her teeth and dropped to her knees like a servant—silently pouring drinks as ordered.

Aspen watched, wanting to say something but stopped herself. She could not help but shoot Andrew a look, annoyed he had not said a word to stop it. Letting someone kneel like that was seriously inhumane.

However, Andrew just sipped his drink quietly, as if he had not seen anything.

He had no intention of stepping in—not after how Ruth had acted earlier. If anything, this was just karma being served cold.

Zachary downed half his glass and looked across the table