Andrew finally came face to face with the so-called golden boy of the Driscoll

family, who everyone raved about. He had to admit that Joe was pretty good-

looking.

He had sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. His

polished, aristocratic expression stayed frozen in a constant state of aloof

detachment, the kind of poker face that did not impress Andrew at all.

Nonetheless, for girls like Liliana, his appeal was devastating.

All the spoiled brats moved aside to clear a path for Joe, and he walked up to

Andrew. He did not stop until there was less than half a meter between them.

Andrew remained calm, waiting for the other party to speak.

Joe said flatly, "You're Andrew Lloyd, right? You're not worthy of Lauren!"

It was a direct verdict.

Andrew grinned and asked, "If you say so. Anyway, I guess I can leave now,

right?"

Joe frowned, but he did not say a word. Instead, the spoiled brats around them

burst into mocking laughter.

you scared, you

just walk

Driscoll, and

can crawl out

after another, like it

the crowd and chuckled. "You think you can

to do? Oh, please."

turned

Mercer snapped. He raised the revolver in his hand and pointed it straight

growled, "You arrogant piece of trash! When Mr.

high! One more word, and

bootlicker, sneered, "Even if Mr. Driscoll lets you

Fight Club like a dog-on

pieces of trash

Gary, and the others

could

if this

unafraid of a gun.

he have the balls to expose the back

Taking a step

I won't dare

on the trigger,

watched

could

would

completely. At that

he could not guarantee

a

second, Joe's expression

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