The office building Freya rented was located in the prime downtown district, and she had taken down all three


    floors of the entire building.


    When Andrew discovered that the rent was over a million, he immediately shook his head. "It''s way too


    expensive!"


    Freyaughed dryly, "I think it''s reasonable. It''s 1.2 million a month, and once ourpany gets going, we''ll


    definitely make more than that per month."


    Andrew was dumbfounded. "So your 1.2 million isn''t for a year, but just for one month?"


    Freya looked confused. "What else would you think? Of course it''s per month!"


    Andrew decided right then and there that this conversation was over. He deeply regretteding to check out


    this so-called office space with her.


    This spoiled heiress was not starting apany but throwing money into the wind for fun.


    Sure, the location was nice, but before thepany even started, the rent and other expenses could have


    bankrupted the business.


    Andrew was not short on cash, but he sure as hell was not a fool who tossed it around like confetti. He said,


    "Alright, that''s enough for now. I''ll have my assistant follow up with you about whether there''s actual


    investment potential."


    He waved her off, feeling that continuing this conversation felt like a waste of time.


    Freya frowned and asked, "Your secretary? Male or female?"


    Andrew replied, "Female, of course. Do you think I''d want a male secretary?"


    Freya looked suspicious. "Mr. Lloyd, you''re not one of those scumbags who has his secretary handle


    business during the day and handles his secretary at night, are you?"


    Andrew smirked. "My affairs are none of your business, Ms. Freya!"


    At that moment, the elevator dinged open, and a perfectly groomed man stepped out, dressed in a tailored


    suit and carrying a bouquet of fresh flowers.


    "Freya, you''re here as I expected. I bought you flowers, and I''ve already arranged for the renovation of your


    newpany and all the follow-up facilities!"


    The young man shed a charming smile, very much the perfect gentleman. However, the moment his eyes


    "Freya, who''s this guy?"


    Without a second thought, Freya


    took the bouquet and tossed it


    straight into the trash can beside


    her. Then, she dusted off her hands


    and answered nonchntly, "Oh,


    him? He''s Logan''s sworn brother,


    and he also happens to be my dad''s


    chosen heir. And apparently, he''s the


    guy my family wants to set me up


    with."


    The other man''s face twisted with fury as he locked eyes with Andrew. "I''m only going to say this once: stay


    away from Freya. Disappear from my sight, or I''ll make you wish you were never born."


    Andrew waspletely baffled. "And you are?"


    The guy puffed up with smug pride. "I''m Trent King, young master of Royal Entertainment. My family


    practically owns half of Blumedale''s entertainment industry."


    Andrew waved dismissively. "I didn''t ask what your family does. I asked who you are."


    Trent''s smirk twisted into a sneer.


    "I''ve given you plenty of clues, and


    you still don''t recognize me? Must


    be some no-name nobody. The


    name''s Trent King, but going


    forward, you can address meas Mr.


    King."


    Andrew nodded casually. "Got it, Mr. Peasant."


    Trent''s face darkened. "What did you just say?"


    "I said, Mr. Peasant. Sounds about right, doesn''t it?" Andrew replied, raising a brow.


    Trent''s expression turned deadly in


    an instant. "You dare mock my


    name? You''re the first bastard to do


    that. You''ve got no idea who you''re


    messing with. One phone call from


    me, and you''ll never walk out of this


    building."


    Andrew''s brow furrowed as he stepped forward, his eyes sharp.


    Trent chuckled coldly. "What? You scared now?"