As Andrew looked up toward the upper bleachers, a figure cloaked in black with hands tucked inside wide sleeves gazed back down at him.

Walter's eyes were expressionless, like a still, bottomless lake. He had not come today to interfere but was simply here to witness Andrew's sudden and brutal downfall.

Andrew had no idea what kind of venom Walter harbored in his heart. Even if he knew, he would not have cared.

He climbed up into the ring, shrugging off his jacket to loosen up before the fight.

Lauren stepped forward, caught his coat, and gave him a fist bump. "You got this, honey!"

Andrew grinned. "Don't worry."

Joe remained expressionless, but the slight twitch at the corner of his lips betrayed the storm brewing inside him.

"She even calls you 'honey'. So, you two are already that close?" His voice was cold.

Andrew chuckled. "Mr. Driscoll, have you ever even been in a relationship?" Joe snapped, "Answer me. Otherwise, I might not be able to hold back later."

even treat each other as husband and wife. It's totally normal!" Joe

You mean that old-fashioned conservative stuff? Please, that stuff's long outdated. And even if we haven't signed papers, Lauren is still my wife in every way that matters. That's not

surged intensely around him. "Andrew, congratulations. You've officially pissed me off, and that's going

with a weird look. "Oh, wow, Mr. Driscoll. Is this what rage looks like from the heir of a luxury family? Sorry to disappoint

growled, "Enough chatter. Let's

shoulders. He cracked his neck, then narrowed his eyes as

too long since I got to let loose in

surprised for a second by the

unexpectedly impressive, but that

ready!" Joe called

vanishing like a phantom as he appeared right in front of Andrew. With

seemed to crack

the others all held their breath, eyes wide, palms slick with

shadows above,

weak nobody. How

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