Andrew chuckled mockingly. "Looks like Harvey and the rest have finally learned their lesson."

After hanging up the phone, Andrew did not spare another thought for Quinton. Right now, in Jayrodale, it did not matter whether it was Quinton or even his father—the head of one of the Five Apex Families—if Andrew did not feel like showing respect, he would not even blink.

Meanwhile, Francesca was in the shower, her curvy silhouette faintly visible behind the frosted glass. Andrew saw it every day, so he was completely unfazed by now.

Before the busty little troublemaker came out and started clinging to him again, Andrew made another call—this time to Aspen.

"What do you want?" Aspen snapped the moment she picked up. "Calling at this hour—don't you think that's incredibly rude?"

Andrew smirked. "It's barely past eight—how is that rude? Or wait… are you with some pretty boy over in Blumedale right now? You two in the middle of something?"

Aspen was furious and shouted, "You're dis