Without drawing attention, the two of them headed down to the hotel's ground-floor cafe for a bite.

"That guy's been tailing us since we got back earlier," Andrew said casually, his tone relaxed as he picked at his food.

"From the way it looks, he could be from the Haywoods' club, or maybe Davon's people. It could also be someone sent by the Goldings—it's hard to say right now."

Aspen sat across from him, lowering her voice as she asked, confused, "Which one are you talking about? It feels like everyone's got their eyes on us."

Andrew replied calmly, "At the moment, only one person's been watching us. He's behind you, slightly to your left. You idiot, it's enough to know—don't turn around and look."

Aspen huffed. "Ugh, fine! No need to snap at me!"

They sat for a while longer, chatting as if everything were normal.

Then, Andrew suddenly stood and said, "Alright, the Stevens family just came back. Let's follow them."

Aspen quickly rose with him as they trailed behind I