Chapter 1114

Luna was a woman Aspen had once idolized, envied, and dreamed of becoming.

As the group approached, Aspen’s usual pride evaporated. She lowered her head instinctively and stepped aside. However, Andrew remained rooted in place, still casually appraising the villas within The Sovereign Residences.

“I like those two on the west side,” he mused, pointing. “Good sunlight, and the layout shows at least some thought. But those three eastern ones? Tacky. Just wealth without taste.”

Aspen nearly choked, wondering if Andrew was idiot-blind. After all, Luna and her entourage were right there, their uniforms impossible to miss. Yet, he kept running his mouth like he owned the place.

She reached to yank his sleeve, but the tall officer was already in front of them.

“Move,” the officer ordered flatly.

Andrew glanced over. “And you are?”

The tall officer said nothing, simply adjusting his epaulets. The insignia gleamed: Colonel.

There was no doubt that, just like Luna, he was one of the military’s rising stars – not quite her equal, but close enough.

Several designer-clad heirs stepped forward, shooing Andrew away. They all wondered where this backcountry fool crawled out from, daring to stand in the way of Blumedale’s two brightest stars. In any other setting, he would have been beaten bloody already.

“Scram! Who the hell do you think you are, talking to Colonel Haywood like that?”

“Since when did we let trash loiter at The Sovereign Residences?”

“Get lost. This place isn’t for your kind.”

The tall colonel waved them off. “Just some civilian. He’s not worth our time.”

Turning to Luna, his gaze flickered with barely concealed admiration. “Ms. Phelan, I’ve contacted the owner of Serenity Villa. They’ll arrive shortly – consider it yours.”

Luna ignored him. Her eyes locked onto Andrew, a mocking smile playing on her lips. Her tone carried quiet skepticism as she said, “Andrew, we meet again. House-hunting, are we?”

Andrew matched her coolness. “Indeed we do, Ms. Phelan. And yes, I am.”

The colonel stiffened. “You… know this man, Ms. Phelan?”

Luna’s voice turned glacial. “An acquaintance. His family once knew mine.”

Luna offered no further explanation about Andrew, as though even mentioning him was beneath her.

The tall colonel chuckled. “Then this boy is luckier than he deserves! Not only does he have some tenuous connection to the Phelans, but he’s even exchanged words with you, Ms. Phelan. That alone is an honor his family would boast about for generations!”

The wealthy heirs behind him nodded fervently.

“Exactly! Even a shred of association with the Phelan family means his forefathers are smiling from their graves!”

Another chimed in, “But the real envy is that he’s actually spoken to Ms. Phelan. Hell, he could dine out on that story for years! Kid, out of respect for Ms. Phelan, we’ll overlook your earlier disrespect. Now step aside before we lose our patience.”

Andrew snorted and did not move an inch.

The colonel’s eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing through them. The heirs, sensing the shift, immediately rolled up their sleeves, ready to teach this insolent fool a lesson.

However, Luna cut in first, her voice icy. “Enough. We’re here for the property, not to entertain distractions. My time is too valuable to waste on nobodies.”

The colonel shot Andrew one last disdainful glare, his expression screaming, “You’re nothing but a bug beneath my boot.”

Then, he hurried after Luna, their laughter resuming as if Andrew had already been forgotten.

Meanwhile, Andrew was left standing there, ignored completely.

Aspen covered her face, too mortified to even speak.