Without drawing attention, the two of them headed down to the hotel's ground-floor cafe for a bite.
"That guy's been tailing us since we got back earlier," Andrew said casually, his tone relaxed as he picked at his food.
"From the way it looks, he could be from the Haywoods' club, or maybe Davon's people. It could also be someone sent by the Goldings—it's hard to say right now."
Aspen sat across from him, lowering her voice as she asked, confused, "Which one are you talking about? It feels like everyone's got their eyes on us."
Andrew replied calmly, "At the moment, only one person's been watching us. He's behind you, slightly to your left. You idiot, it's enough to know—don't turn around and look."
Aspen huffed. "Ugh, fine! No need to snap at me!"
They sat for a while longer, chatting as if everything were normal.
Then, Andrew suddenly stood and said, "Alright, the Stevens family just came back. Let's follow them."
Aspen quickly rose with him as they trailed behind Irene and Leroy, who had just walked into the hotel.
"This city's nothing like Jayrodale," Irene said, her voice purposely loud.
She added, "Skyscrapers everywhere, designer boutiques lined up one after another! But the best part was the restaurant Mr. Wright took us to.
"Can you believe one meal cost over ten grand? My God, I've never had anything that fancy in my life! Mr. Wright clearly has a thing for Christie."
Irene was dressed in flashy designer brands and juggled multiple shopping bags as she strutted into the lobby, bragging at full volume.
Leroy sneered. "Aspen, Christie's basically Mr. Wright's right hand now. And look at you, still following Andrew around. No future, no money, no nothing. What were you even thinking?"
He raised his wrist to show off his luxury watch, making sure it caught the light just right.
Aspen smirked. "Nice watch. Let me guess—Quinton bought it for you?"
Leroy lifted his nose like he had just won a prize. "Of course! No secret there. Truth is, Mr. Wright's already like a brother-in-law to me."
Aspen scoffed. "Idiot. One day, Christina's going to get herself destroyed—thanks to you and that loudmouth mother of yours."
Irene's eyes bulged as she snapped, "Aspen, you little bitch—watch your damn mouth!"
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