Andrew reached the restaurant entrance and decided to bail early. After the treasure hunt, he had not had time to reconnect with his three demanding girlfriends who were already pissed about his social dinner. They were already bombarding him with texts, each calling him 'honey' and begging him to come home.

A delivery driver in a yellow uniform came drifting to a stop right in front of him, grabbing his order bag before rushing into the restaurant. Working in that industry was not easy, so Andrew stepped aside to make way for him.

Watching the guy's walking movements, Andrew's medical instincts immediately told him this person had previously broken his leg. Moreover, he probably only had one kidney left-his body movements were uncoordinated, and he was already breathing heavily after just a few steps, looking extremely weak.

The delivery guy unconsciously muttered his thanks and looked up.

When Andrew saw him, he could not help but show a mocking expression.

"I-It's you!" The delivery guy stammered, blinking in shock.

Andrew smiled and said, "It's me!"

Leroy wiped the sweat from his face, his cheeks flushed red as he said, "Mr. Lloyd, hello!"

Andrew asked, "Can you support your family doing deliveries?"

skills. I'm just a useless bum who takes and eats whatever's

Though compared to how stupid you were back

tanned and weathered from long hours in the sun. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Mr. Lloyd, are you... still unwilling to forgive Christie? She's been through a lot already. She's paid her price. I'm begging

You've got it twisted if you think I care whether the three

used to act... man, what a dumbass I

about to be late,

off as if his life

had been bedridden ever since their downfall, too crushed by the blow to even get up. The Stevens family had gone bankrupt, leaving Christina and Leroy scrambling to

was capable,

gained Rachel's favor and had been promoted to floor manager at one of her upscale restaurants Meanwhile, Leroy

this. To him, it was all just karma. Everyone had their fate, and life had its own way of

restaurant and made his

Luna would actually make good on her word

clicks echoed as two black gun barrels extended from behind a nearby

"We're from the Driscolls. Answer what you're asked, or we'll personally send you to meet your

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