Chapter 1788

“It’s just that the Driscoll family doesn’t like him and plans to eliminate him. Did he discover I was behind the last incident?” Scarlett wondered aloud.

However, she quickly shook her head after saying that. Even if Andrew knew she was trying to kill him, she doubted he would dare to turn against her. Besides, the sniper from earlier had been extremely professional and was clearly a real hitman.

Andrew had some skills, sure, but he was no assassin.

Scarlett dismissed the idea entirely, believing there was no way Andrew was behind the ambush.

It did not add up.

Hank laughed. “Yeah, I don’t think it was him either. The guy’s got decent medical skills, and as for his fighting ability, it’s hard to say, but he doesn’t exactly strike me as tough. Besides, anyone bold enough to go after you wouldn’t be some nobody.”

Meanwhile, Andrew had not gone home right after escaping. Instead, he waited near a street corner not far from the Keller residence. He did not have to wait long before a sleek black Mercedes pulled over, and a figure stepped out, sneaking around.

It was Hannah!

Andrew walked out from the shadows and stepped directly in her path.

Startled, Hannah jumped back and was just about to lash out when she saw who it was. The insult died in her throat, though she still snapped, “What the hell, Andrew? You scared the crap out of me creeping around like that!”

Andrew stared at her coolly. “The Keller residence is just a block away. Why did you get out here instead of pulling into the driveway?”

Hannah looked uneasy and huffed. “What’s it to you? Maybe I just wanted to stretch my legs, is that not allowed?”

Andrew’s expression remained blank. “Hannah, you didn’t want to get dropped off at home in case Logan or someone in your family saw you, right? You don’t have to explain. I’m not interested.”

He added, “But I’ll give you one piece of advice–Hank isn’t a good guy. Keep hanging around him, and you’ll pay for it sooner or later. But that’s not even the biggest issue. The real problem is that you’re a Keller.

“Logan and Mr. Keller Senior both care about you. If something were to happen because you’re running around with someone like Hank, someone who’s at odds with the Keller family, they’d be the ones getting hurt.”

Hannah’s face turned pale, then even paler. “H–How do you know I’ve been with Hank? Oh, I get it now. You’re a damn creep, Andrew. You followed me, didn’t you? You saw me with Hank and got jealous, so you stalked me to gather information about my whereabouts, right?”

She became increasingly agitated, her voice growing louder. Pointing at Andrew, she shrieked accusations with a face full of rage.

Andrew shook his head and let out a cold laugh. “Idiot. I’ve said what needed to be said. Whether you listen or not is your problem.”

He turned and walked away without another word. Even staying another second felt like a waste of breath.

Yet, Hannah was not done. She stomped after him, swinging her purse like a weapon. “Andrew, you’re disgusting! You’re not even a real man! I’ll be with whoever I want. That’s my right, my freedom! You really think you’re someone important, don’t you?

“If it weren’t for my brother and my dad backing you up, do you think you’d be anything in Blumedale today? Don’t act like your little reputation gives you the right to boss me around or tell me who I can see! Compared to Hank, you’re not even in the same league!”

Andrew was already far off, but his eyes turned even colder.

Of the Keller sisters, Hannah was turning out to be the most clueless of the three.

Holly might have been a little proud and a touch self-absorbed, but at least she was not some love-struck airhead.

Freya, the second sister, was working with Aspen to run a new entertainment company and was all-in on building her career. She had the brightest future out of the three–smart, focused, and not easily swayed by temptation.

But Hannah?

If it were not for George and Logan’s sake, Andrew would not even bother warning her. Whether she thrived or crashed while hanging around Hank had nothing to do with him.

He had done what he needed to do. If she did not want to listen, that was on her.