Just as Chantelle started her car and was about to hit the gas, she suddenly stalled. She did not even get the car moving before she killed the engine—so pissed off by Andrew's parting shot that she nearly choked on her own fury.

Andrew chuckled. "Ms. Garcia, looks like your driving test didn't go so well, huh? If you've got time, I can teach you how to balance the clutch and hit the gas properly for a clean start."

Chantelle fired up the engine again, and the car shot off like a rocket. Through the rush of wind came her flat, icy voice.

"Get lost!"

Aspen could only shake her head with a helpless sigh. She said, "I really don't know why you keep provoking that woman. Ms. Garcia is known to be fierce in the capital—Mr. McCormick's personal chief secretary, personal bodyguard, and official enforcer."

She added, "She's also a beast in martial arts. Some say she's on par with Luna from the Phelan family."

Andrew scoffed. "And? Does that mean I should bow down to her? I don't ca