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.

scared, you little

think you can just walk away? That

Mr. Driscoll, and swear you'll stay away from

Then, you can crawl

after another, like it was

at the crowd and chuckled. "You think you can

to do? Oh, please."

turned red with

raised the revolver in his hand and

of trash! When Mr.

ask how high! One more word, and I'll blow your damn

bootlicker, sneered, "Even if Mr.

Fight Club like

ignored these pieces of trash and turned to

the

could

if this

unafraid of a gun.

expose the back

a step forward,

think I won't dare shoot

tightened on the trigger, about to

watched

He could not

Andrew would dare

completely. At that

he could not guarantee

a

second, Joe's

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