Chapter 382
Christina let out a cold laugh and countered, “Warning me? Since when did you become so caring? Or is this just another attempt to get my attention? Can you honestly deny that?”
Andrew’s expression grew distant. “I only have one reason for doing this. It’s out of respect for Mr. Stevens Senior, and because it would be a shame to see the Stevens Corporation fall apart in your hands.”
Christina responded with a mocking smile, her silence speaking volumes of her contempt.
Leroy sneered. “Andrew, you might be riding high in your G–Wagon and dating rich women now, but do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?”
Andrew scoffed. “I couldn’t care less about your background. All I know is that you’re just another sore loser–a wannabe who can dish it out but can’t take it.”
Leroy snapped. “Watch your attitude, Andrew. Let me tell you something–Aspen is from our main Stevens family branch. Do you know how powerful they are? Anyone from our family could make you bow down in an instant.”
Andrew smirked. “You’re right about everything except I seem to remember when two of your family’s top fighters got knocked flat by the Weller family’s elder.”
Leroy’s face turned red, lost for words. He had gotten carried away bragging, having blind faith in the Bridgefields’ Stevens family, but faced with Andrew who knew the truth, his facade crumbled instantly.
Seeing her son defeated, Irene jumped in with blazing eyes. “Andrew, stop living in the past. Your abilities haven’t exactly helped us much, have they? Tell you what—to keep you from spreading rumors, I’ll give you a chance to invest in Aspen’s partnership with the Northern District. We’ll help you make some serious money as payback for your previous help. How’s that sound?”
Andrew was amazed at the Stevens family’s twisted logic and their determination to self-destruct. “Sorry, but I don’t do losing investments, especially when it comes to repeatedly jumping into the fire.”
He flat-out rejected Irene’s condescending offer, knowing that once Atlas fell, the Northern District would crumble like a house of cards. He was not foolish enough to throw money at a sinking ship.
Irene sneered. “Your loss! When opportunity knocks, and you can’t answer, it just shows your bad luck.”
“Aunt Irene, Leroy, there’s no point arguing with an amateur,” Aspen interjected calmly. “My major play lies in the Northern District–hardly anyone in Jayrodale understands it, let alone certain people.”
She turned to Andrew with a mocking smile and added, “Andrew, you say I’m a sore loser? Well, besides your little tricks with gems and antiques, what else can you really bring to the table?”
Andrew turned to Francesca. “Fran, let’s go. I recently read that spending too much time with fools, breathing the same air, and engaging in conversation, might actually make you lose brain cells. Honestly, I’m getting worried.”
Francesca let out a laugh and playfully punched Andrew’s arm as they left together, clearly enjoying themselves.
Aspen’s face darkened as she watched them disappear. Then, she immediately pulled out her phone and called Donald.
Aspen demanded, “What’s the deal, Donald? I told you I wanted to see Andrew behind bars, doing hard time. So why was he just out and about, bothering me?"