Sofia said, “I’ll cook for you myself and make something delicious.”

Andrew chuckled. “Mrs. Garcia, you don’t have to! I’m just a country boy from the backwoods. I’m not used to Terror Town’s fancy cooking!”

Sofia almost teared up and said, “How could you say that? If you came from the sticks, then what does that make us, city folks, cavemen? I’m the one who should be worried, afraid you might look down on our cooking!”

Patrick quickly chimed in, “Exactly! Andy, please don’t think our home is too simple. If you like, we can go out right now to the best restaurant in town!”

Andrew still shook his head. “No rush, I’m just not that hungry right now. But after all this talking, I am getting pretty thirsty.”

Sofia immediately stood up. “You’re thirsty and didn’t say anything? Let me make you some tea right away!”

When Sofia brought the tea, Andrew picked up the cup but immediately set it back down. Under Sofia and the others’ confused stares, Andrew said casually, “I can’t get used to this tea… Something about the smell just doesn’t sit right with me.”

Sofia quickly turned around. “No problem at all! I’ll brew you a fresh one, Andy.” Her eager manner showed she did not dare show even a hint of annoyance.

Chantelle covered her face, afraid she might burst out laughing. Andrew glanced down at her. She was the one who said they should teach the family a lesson, and this was all her idea. Otherwise, Andrew would not really go this far with Sofia. She was still Chantelle’s mother, after all.

Just then, Andrew looked at Patrick. “Mr. Garcia, I heard you like listening to music and going out to play chess when you have free time?”

Patrick quickly answered with a forced smile. “That’s right. I’m retired now, so I need something to pass the time.”

Andrew smiled. “That’s nice that you get to relax! My dad is still traveling the world, making about 75 billion dollars every year. Just recently, he signed another huge contract with some Vestra royal family, supposedly worth over 100 billion. I keep telling him that he shouldn’t work so hard at his age.”

Andrew shook his head. “It’s not like the Lloyd family needs that pocket change anyway. I tell him to come back and learn from people like you… Just relax! But he just laughs and says he’s still in his prime!”

Andrew’s voice took on a mocking tone. “Says guys his age should be full of energy and drive. Anyone sitting around listening to music and playing chess all day is just a useless old has-been with nothing better to do! Though I personally think that’s a bit harsh.”

He looked directly at Patrick. “What do you think, Mr. Garcia? Am I right?”

Patrick’s face twitched as he forced another laugh. His heart was pounding, unable to figure out if this little punk was deliberately insulting him. Nonetheless, if he was already this incredible, how amazing must his father be?

The more Patrick thought about it, the more it made sense. Maybe Andrew’s father really was that impressive. Compared to him, Patrick really was just a useless old has-been, and there was nothing wrong with that assessment.

Chantelle could barely contain herself and was on the verge of laughing. She thought Andrew really knew how to handle things. She did not expect him to be so disrespectful to Patrick at all.

Andrew being amazing was simply a fact, and Chantelle knew her family’s nature. The more incredible and powerful Andrew was, the more they would all rush to praise him and show their submission.

Carlos used to get this exact treatment before, but when it came to showing off, he was leagues behind Andrew.