"Andrew, where are we going next? The Weller family?"

Francesca was practically bouncing in her seat with excitement. The way Tony had gone from arrogant to groveling just now was beyond satisfying to her.

Andrew's name really carried weight in Jayrodale now. He did not even have to raise a hand or flex—it just took showing up to scare a grown man stiff.

Andrew kept his eyes on the road and replied casually, "We're not going to the Wellers. We're heading to the Stevens family."

Francesca blinked in surprise. "The Stevens family? You're going to see Christina?"

Her mood flipped fast, and her face darkened instantly.

Andrew shook his head. "Not Christina. I just want to stop by and pay my respects to Mr. Stevens Senior. After today, I'll never be stepping through that door again."

Francesca let out a soft 'oh' and said, "Alright, I'll come with you then. I heard the old man treated you well back in the day. Seems like the right thing to do."

Andrew smiled. "Alright. Let's