Chapter 290

"Atlas would never lower himself to be seen publicly with Yvonne, no matter how much fun they had privately," Dylan said.

Andrew nodded. "Let's head inside and meet with Madam Vostokoff."

Dylan was about to agree when he stopped abruptly. "Huh? Mr. Lloyd, look—another attention-seeking diva just arrived."

Andrew followed Dylan's gaze and frowned. "She looks familiar."

Dylan smirked. "That's Serena Halbert, the late Kane Halbert's widow. She has quite a reputation."

Andrew's expression turned curious. "You seem to know a great deal about these women."

Dylan scratched his head awkwardly, blushing slightly. "Well, I wouldn't say I know them, but I've heard the gossip."

Leaning in conspiratorially, he continued, "Take Serena, for instance. She's nearly twenty years younger than Kane, making her about thirty-two now. She was in her prime, while he was already frail and sickly. He couldn't possibly have kept up with her."

Lowering his voice further, he added, "And the rumor mill says Serena's been getting a little too close to Harvey. If you ask me, these wealthy families have no moral compass whatsoever."

Andrew glanced at Dylan, who was shaking his head in mock disappointment, his tone dripping with judgment. It was hard to reconcile this gossip-loving side of Dylan with his usual image as a ruthless South City crime lord.

Andrew sighed. "If you have time for all this nonsense, you should use it to train and improve your skills instead."

Dylan laughed sheepishly. "Mr. Lloyd, it's not just idle chatter! Think about it—if I dig up proof of that little scandal between Serena and Harvey, imagine how much I could extort from the Weller family!"

Andrew raised an eyebrow, then gave a slow, approving nod. "Dylan, you're a genius."

As they spoke, Serena entered the resort, exuding charm in a high-slit dress that accentuated every curve. Halfway to the entrance, a young man appeared and exchanged whispered jokes with her, making her laugh so hard she playfully punched him in the arm.

Dylan's eyes widened, and he gasped theatrically. "Mr. Lloyd, this is unbelievable! That guy who just appeared? That's Michael! Is Michael about to become Harvey's stepfather?!"

Andrew could not help rolling his eyes. Dylan, who was supposed to be focused on their business, had become a walking tabloid. Nonetheless, even he couldn't deny the strange dynamic between Serena and Michael; their flirtatious gestures and lingering touches screamed anything but platonic.

"Rich people are a mess," Andrew muttered, shaking his head.

Before he could say more, another luxury car pulled up. The door opened, revealing a striking woman in a flowing white dress.

Andrew stiffened. "Dylan, let's go. Now."

However, it was too late. The woman spotted him and quickly walked over, her face lighting up. "Andrew, I didn't expect to see you here!"

Andrew's face remained neutral as he turned to her. "Ms. Stevens, do you need something?" Christina opened her mouth to respond, but before she could speak, the other side of the car opened. Another woman stepped out, her expression cold and her posture haughty.

With a sharp glance, she sneered. "So, you're the Andrew Lloyd Christina keeps mentioning?" She chuckled dryly. "Well, I'll admit, you don't look terrible, but let's be real—you're nowhere near good enough for someone like Christina."