Andrew checked the time—it was already 8.30 p.m. He wondered if Natasha and Dylan had made their move yet, though he knew he would hear about it in the morning.
Just then, a group of people sat down nearby, their laughter carrying across the space.
"Aspen, you're absolutely brilliant! I can't believe you managed to strike a deal with Atlas Giordano, the king of the Northern District!"
"Yes, yes! Aspen, you're truly worthy of being from the main Stevens family branch. Even here in Jayrodale, you're already dealing with all the major players as equals. I'm truly impressed!"
The fawning voices sounded familiar to Andrew.
Glancing over, he recognized Leroy and Irene. At their table sat the two beauties, Aspen and Christina.
Aspen replied with practiced modesty, "Please, Leroy, Aunt Irene, you're too kind. Atlas is just a street thug—anyone with enough money can work with him. Though I'm new to Jayrodale, with Christie's help and the Stevens family influence, most people are w
