Andrew chuckled mockingly. "Looks like Harvey and the rest have finally learned their lesson."


    After hanging up the phone, Andrew did not spare another thought for Quinton. Right now, in Jayrodale, it did not matter whether it was Quinton or even his father -the head of one of the Five Apex Families-if Andrew did not feel like showing respect, he would not even blink.


    Meanwhile, Francesca was in the shower, her curvy silhouette faintly visible behind the frosted ss. Andrew saw it every day, so he waspletely unfazed by now.


    Before the busty little troublemaker came out and started clinging to him again, Andrew made another call-this time to Aspen.


    "What do you want?" Aspen snapped the moment she picked up. "Calling at this hour-don''t you think that''s incredibly rude?"


    Andrew smirked. "It''s barely past eight-how is that rude? Or wait... are you with some pretty boy over in Blumedale right now? You two in the middle of something?"


    Aspen was furious and shouted, "You''re disgusting, Andrew! Do you think everyone''s as shameless and horny as you are? I''m at a yoga ss, and it''s with a female instructor. So if you''ve got nothing useful to say, don''t go running your mouth."


    Andrew''s tone stayed t. "Yoga''s good for you. I heard it''s a real man-yer. Anyway, let''s cut to the chase. Two things. First-what''s the update on the Rhodes family?"


    Aspen sneered. "What, you nervous now? Hmph. Kenny just wrapped up the funeral for Michael, so things are winding down over there. It won''t be long now before it''s officially over.


    "And his eldest daughter, Sherilyn-you know, the Goldings'' daughter-inw— she''s already making moves. Word is, she''s pulling every string she has to tten Jayrodale and bury you."


    Andrew replied indifferently, "If the Goldings show up, I''ll kill everyst one of them. Second-check your ount. I just wired more money for the newpany''s operations. Use it wisely."


    With that, he hung up. He thought she was getting bolder by the day. It had only been three days without a smack, and she was ready to tear the roof off.


    That spoiled heiress of the Bridgefields Stevens family had barelynded in Blumedale before she started acting out again. At this point, Andrew figured he would have to go there soon and put her in her ce.


    If he did not, she might really have the guts to burn through his money like it grew on trees.


    At that exact moment, Aspen was doing yoga. As a high-society heiress with big ambitions and zero tolerance for mediocrity, she never wasted a second of her day not even after work.


    Dressed in tight-fitting yoga pants, Aspen followed her instructor''s guidance, lifting


    one leg high in the air as her graceful curves stretched into full view.


    Yoga, though originally a


    philosophical practice from Asaimo, had be something entirely different in modern Holtrien. In theory, it was supposed to promote health and mindfulness


    reality, it had be


    in


    зим


    hyper-sexualized.


    Nowadays, if you scrolled through any short video tform, every clip of someone


    doing yoga came with an endless stream of thirstyments.


    "Ms. Aspen, something bothering you?" her instructor asked, gently pressing


    down on Aspen''s raised leg, bending her deeper into the stretch.


    The move put her body on full disy-hips elevated, legs fully spread, suspended mid-air like a living sculpture.


    Aspen winced slightly from the stretch but forced a small smile. "I''m fine, don''t worry."


    But in her mind, she was screaming-hurling every insult she could think of at Andrew. ''Tyrant. Capitalist pig. Arrogant asshole. Absolute menace...''