Irene sneered, "If you're jealous of Leroy and Christie, just say it. Look down on us all you want, but what has Andrew even bought you?"

Andrew replied calmly, "Nothing much. Just handed her a multi-billion-dollar company to play with."

Irene froze for a second, then burst into mocking laughter. "Andrew, would you cut the crap? You? Open a company like that in the capital? Billions? Please. Do you think you're some young heir from a legendary family or something? Even those rich boys don't talk this big!"

To Irene, a company worth billions was pure fantasy. That amount could buy her life a hundred times over. There was no way a backwoods punk like Andrew could ever afford something like that—not in this life or the next.

Andrew shrugged. "Whether you believe or not is none of my concern."

Just then, the elevator arrived. They all stepped inside and rode it up.

Leroy took out a room key card and grinned. "Hey Andrew, ever stayed in a presidential suite? Our room's going for