Chapter 1173 Andrew was sitting on thewn outside Serenity Vi, watching the crew from The Sovereign Residences repair his home.


    After the attackst night, it was a miracle the ce was still standing if the vi had not been built to the highest security standards, it would have been reduced to nothing but ash and rubble by the Srovika Federation mercenaries.


    Felix Daughtry, the security captain from The Sovereign Residences, a serni- martial king-level fighter, walked over with a grim expression and reported, "Mr.


    Lloyd, Serenity Vi took quite ahit.


    Full restoration might be difficult." Andrew nced at him and said coldly, "I want it restored exactly as it was, and not just thatThe Sovereign Residences will need topensate me for all damages, including emotional distress.


    If that''s too much, then I don''t want the house anymore.


    I''ll go to the press and let the world know just how useless your brand really is." Felix''s face darkened, turning almost pitch ck with anger.


    He silently cursed the damn Srovika Federation mercenaries to hell as he walked off to make a call, clearly going to ask the higher-ups for a solution.


    Chantelle let out a low chuckle and said, "You''ve got quite the temper, huh? Don''t you know the people backing The Sovereign Residences are the Three Titans?" -- -- Andrew scoffed.


    "So what? I paid good money for this house.


    Shouldn''t they take full responsibility now?" Chantelle replied tly, "Of course they should.


    I just think your attitude is a bit over the top." Andrew said with disdain, "I deal in facts.


    I couldn''t care less about the Three Titans or whatever power ys they''re involved in." Aspen stepped in and said, "You were shot.


    Go inside and get some rest." Andrew shook his head.


    "I''m fine." Aspen gritted her teeth.


    "Why are you so damn stubborn? You literally got shothow is that fine?" Andrew looked at her with a strange expression, intrigued that she had just yelled at him, which was something new.


    Chantelle raised a brow, clearly entertained.


    "Ms.


    Stevens, your condition seems worse than I thought.


    Studying people like you is honestly fascinating." Aspen''s cheeks turned alittle red


    as she replied tly, "Sorry, but I don''t think I''m sick.


    If you''re so interested in people''s minds, maybe study someone else." Chantelle smirked.


    "No thanks.


    I''m only interested in you, Ms.


    Stevens.


    Most people are just full of predictable, boring thoughts.


    But you''re different your swing between longing


    emotions


    and restrain.


    You pretend not to care when you clearly do.


    Honestly, your contradictions, youryered psyche...


    they''re worth studying." Aspen was mortified and furious.


    Chantelle had bared her entire emotional state, and urately, too.


    Nheless, she would never admit it, no matter what.


    she gave a coldugh and said, "Ms.


    Garcia, you''re delusional.


    That''s the only diagnosis I''d give you." Chantelle shrugged.


    "No rush.


    You already know I practice psychology.


    Being Mr.


    McCormick''s secretary is really just one part of my job.


    So anytime you''re ready, drop by my studio.


    I''ll help you see your own heart." Aspen cut her off.


    "No thanks!" Andrew raised a brow.


    "Ms.Garcia, your specialty like a


    mix of witchcraft and


    . el


    guesswork. Content beset


    So, how about thistell me what''s going on in my head?" Without


    missing a beat, Chantelleul


    and Said, "You''re a brute whodives


    for violence.


    You manipte your team, chase power, and love ying little games."