Deep into the night, everyone in Serenity Villa had already gone to bed. However, a faint yellow glow seeped through Aspen's windowâshe was still awake. Aspen glanced at the clock. It was already past midnight, less than five hours until dawn. Yet, no matter how hard she tried, she just could not sleep. Chantelle's words echoed in her mind like a cursed mantra, refusing to fade. And then, unbidden, her thoughts drifted to tomorrow's Grand Medical Summit. After that, she would be returning to Bridgefields with her parents. Once they parted ways, she might never see the man sleeping in the next room again. The thought struck her heart like a sudden, sharp ache, leaving her chest tight and her mind restless. Driven by a nervous, inexplicable urge, Aspen slipped out of her room. Her bare feet, pale against the cool, moonlit floor, moved quietly down the hallway. With each step, her heartbeat quickened until she found herself standing outside Andrew's bedroom door. Taking a de
Aspen grumbled, "Ugh! This is so annoying! Andrew, you bastard! Just go to hell alreadyâĶ" She pounded her fists into the cartoon pillow in front of her, venting her frustration.Her small but perfectly shaped chest pressed against the mattress, bouncing slightly with each hit. It was just too bad Andrew was not here to appreciate the view. Just then, her laptop on the desk chimed. Aspen pushed herself up, straightened the hem of her tight skirt, and walked over to check the screen. She mumbled, "A video call? And it's from Ms. Garcia? What could this be about?" Puzzled, she clicked 'Accept.' Chantelle's face immediately appeared on the screen. "Ms. Stevens, I hope I'm not disturbing you!" Aspen leaned closer, her tone wary. "Ms. Garcia, is there something urgent? Just get straight to the point." Chantelle shook her head. "Nothing urgent. I just wanted to encourage you to give Andrew a little boost." Aspen frowned. "Give Andrew a boost? How exactly am I supposed to do th
On the drive back, Andrew, sitting in the passenger seat, smiled and asked, "What did your mom say when she called you aside?" Aspen stared straight ahead and replied coldly, "She wants me to return to Bridgefields with them. She also said I'm not getting any younger, and once I'm back, I should get married." Andrew nodded, "Indeed, you are at a marriageable age." Aspen sneered. "Whether I get married or not is my business. It has nothing to do with you, so you don't need to worry about it." Andrew's face immediately twitched. He thought Aspen's temper was getting worse by the day, and she was becoming more defiant. After a brief pause, he said, "If you really don't want to go back to Bridgefields, I can talk to your parents for you." Aspen responded flatly, "No need. Who said I don't want to go back? After being your workhorse for so long, it's about time I returned to my life as a proper heiress." Andrew frowned. "Aspen, are you seriously throwing a tantrum right now? B
Aspen thought, 'Mom's right. I have feelings for Andrew, but he might not feel the same. In the end, it's probably just my one-sided wishful thinking. To him, I'm just a tool, a servant he can command at will. 'Maybe he wouldn't refuse if I offered myself physically, but in his heart, I doubt he ever saw me as anything close to Lauren or Francesca. WaitâNo, I'm not even hoping for a place like Lauren or Francesca. 'I'd be content with just a position like Natasha's, but it seems even that is too much to ask for.' Feeling resigned, Aspen finally said, "Mom, just tell Dad that after the Grand Medical Summit, I'll return to Bridgefields with you." Her heart felt cold and heavy. Esther noticed her precious daughter's obvious sorrow and tried to comfort her. "Don't worry, Aspen. Once we're back in Bridgefields, your father and I will introduce you to the finest young men from the best families. You're not getting any younger. Once you're back, focus on settling down and don't wor
With the meal finally over, the Stevens family walked Andrew and Aspen to the hotel entrance. Oscar followed timidly behind them, practically blending into the background. Aspen waved them off, saying, "Mom, Dad, you should head back now. Tomorrow is the Grand Medical Summit. I'll come pick you up to watch the competition." She felt a swell of satisfaction because the dinner had gone well. After all, Andrew's performance had been perfect the entire night. Though she prided herself on being independent, he had fed her ego by giving her a chance to shine in front of her parents. However, Esther still appeared concerned. She waved Aspen over and said, "Aspen, come here. I want to have a word with you." Aspen glanced at Andrew, who nodded slightly. Once received her approval, she stepped aside with Esther and asked, "Mom, what's wrong?" Esther hesitated for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "Aspen, do you believe that Andrew will actually let you go when the time comes?"
Elon growled, "Get over here, you idiot! I'll beat you to death!" He was too terrified to face Andrew directly, so he took out his fear on Oscar instead, slapping him repeatedly. Not satisfied with just his fists, he started stomping on Oscar as well, his heavy shoes driving into Oscar's already battered face. Before long, Oscar lay curled up under the table, his head a swollen mess of bruises and cuts. "Stop, please, Mr. Golding, stop hitting me! W-What did I do to deserve this? Why are you treating me like this?" His breaths came out in ragged gasps. Only when he managed to scramble further under the table, just out of Elon's reach, did he dare to whimper for mercy. Zephyr finally spoke up, his voice steady but firm. "Mr. Golding, please, there's no need to take it this far. Let's talk this out." Elon wiped the sweat from his face, ignoring Zephyr completely. He forced a stiff smile as he turned to Andrew. "Andy, I'm sorry for interrupting your meal. Look, this punk disr
The private booth's door swung open, and the overweight Elon barged in, flanked by two burly bodyguards. Oscar's face lit up, and he quickly stood, his tone dripping with flattery. "Mr. Golding, you're here!" Elon barely grunted in response, not even sparing a glance at the Stevens family. To him, they were just a bunch of small-town nobodies, not worth his time. Oscar turned to the Stevens family with a smug grin. "Mr. and Mrs. Stevens, Aspen, allow me to introduce someone. This is Mr. Elon Golding, of the Goldings, one of the Five Apex Families!" Zephyr quickly stood up, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and disbelief. "Oscar, Mr. Golding is your friend?" Oscar's grin stretched even wider. "Mr. Stevens, you flatter me!" Then, he turned to Elon and added, "Mr. Golding, you're so kind to drop by! Please, have a seat." Zephyr also quickly gestured to an open seat. "Please, Mr. Golding, have a seat!" The other Stevens family members scrambled to make room, fully aware that
Oscar said, "There's a lowlife strutting around like he owns the place, and I can't stand it! So, I figured I'd ask you to swing by, Mr. Golding, and show this clown what real power looks like. Help me put some respect on my name, you feel me?" Elon replied, "Alright, since you've served me well before, I'll come over!" Oscar was overjoyed, grinning so wide his face almost twisted. "Great! I'll be at the hotel waiting for you, Mr. Golding! That little punk tried to steal my girl! Mr. Golding, don't hold back when you see him! I want him humiliated so bad he'll wish he never showed up!" Elon scoffed. "Got it. Just showing up is enough to make anyone back off. Whatever effect you want, I'll make it happen!" After hanging up, Oscar sneered, rubbing his hands together. He just needed Elon to show up, and his moment to shine would finally begin. âĶ In the private room, they were well into the meal, with multiple rounds of drinks and various dishes served. When Oscar returned and
Esther's gaze at Andrew had unknowingly turned cautious. Just as Zephyr had warned, Andrew was not just a small fish in a pondâhe was a monster in the deep sea. Zephyr's thoughts ran even deeper. He quickly ran the numbers in his mind, comparing Andrew's assets to those of the Bridgefields' Stevens family. The Stevens, an established family in their own right, had a combined net worth of around 20 billion. Yet, when stacked against Andrew, it was barely a third. Sighing, Zephyr raised his glass and offered a toast. "Mr. Lloyd, you're truly remarkable. Even without Aspen as a factor, I'd still have immense respect for you." Andrew lifted his glass with a relaxed smile. "You're too kind, Mr. Stevens. I've said it before, I owe my success to your precious daughter." After Zephyr's toast, the rest of the Stevens family quickly followed suit, standing one by one to raise their glasses. None dared be left out, each exchanging warm words and friendly banter with Andrew. Meanwhile