As Andrew looked over, that person looked back at him too—Christina. Their eyes met, and he noticed she was holding what appeared to be a job resume. However, he kept his expression neutral and climbed into the Lamborghini. Watching the Lamborghini speed away, Christina smiled bitterly. She had been trying her best to avoid going out, yet she still ran into the man she least wanted to face. The way Andrew had looked at her was not filled with contempt or disdain—it was simply indifference. Yet, even that uninterested glance made Christina's face flush red with embarrassment and shame. The two of them who had once been together were now worlds apart—one soaring high while the other had fallen to rock bottom. Unfortunately, she was the latter. "Lamborghini pickup service and gorgeous women around him every day. Andrew's living a life I can't even imagine now," she muttered, laughing self-deprecatingly as a cab pulled up. Christina opened the door and got in, telling the drive

The rich kids around them immediately started sucking up to Spencer. Someone said, "Mr. Irving isn't just rich—he's filthy rich. You should be thanking your lucky stars he's even glancing your way, kid." "Don't you see Mr. Irving already held out his hand? What the hell are you standing there for?" One of the socialites chuckled. "Everyone who tried to be friends with Mr. Irving ended up with a broken wrist and a hospital stay. Hey, Dr. Lloyd or whatever, I suggest you crawl back to wherever you came from. It might be embarrassing, but it's still better than ending up half-paralyzed!" Hannah smiled sweetly and said, "Andrew, don't tell me you're actually too chicken for this. If that's the case, then we're really gonna lose all respect for you." Even the usually cold Freya frowned and gave him a warning. "You should just turn around and leave. Mr. Irving is undeniably strong—he could easily knock out a bull. Don't overestimate yourself." Andrew stayed expressionless but sudde

Elon explained, "So everyone who came today had to be members of the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce—others wouldn't be appropriate attendees! "Mr. Keller Senior has always single-handedly managed the largest Chamber of Commerce in Gabo Creek province, but ever since he got sick, there have been rumors that he's planning to step down and give up his position as Chamber president." Andrew asked casually, "Is the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce really that powerful?" Elon made admiring sounds, his face full of longing, "Powerful? It's incredibly powerful! In the entire Holtrien's Gabo Creek region, including places like Somaeth, there are only two major Chambers of Commerce. "The first is the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce, led by Mr. Keller Senior himself. The second is the Somaeth Chamber of Commerce, led by Mr. Hawkins from the PumpkinByte Group in Somaeth. "He used to be our country's richest man. The combined net worth of all members from these two Chambers could shake th

Logan explained, "The Irvings hold an important position in the Gabo Creek Chamber, so don't take it to heart. You can wipe them out when you get the chance later!" Andrew curled his lip, "I'm not some villain who goes around destroying people for no reason. I just can't stand that crippled Irving bastard acting like everyone should bow down to his family!" Logan smiled, "Don't worry. If you can't stand it, you won't have to force yourself to tolerate it much longer!" Andrew raised an eyebrow, "Much longer? What do you mean?" Logan jerked his chin toward the building, "Come on, my father wants me to bring you to the highest-level executive meeting of the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce! He's planning to pass the Chamber presidency to you. "After that, you'll be the head of the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce. Then, you can do whatever you want, so naturally you won't have to force yourself to hold back anymore!" Andrew's jaw dropped. "What the hell?" He immediately tur

Emily looked completely unconvinced but had nothing to say, so she just sat there sulking in silence. Freya maintained her aloof demeanor and said coolly, "He might be very wealthy, but there are many rich people in this world. What I love is art—something ten thousand times more valuable than money! So, Andrew's money means nothing to me!" George smirked, "Is that so? What if I told you that Andrew has two of your beloved Viktor Voss masterpieces hanging in his Serenity Villa right now? Serenity Villa itself is the perfect combination of architecture and art, and it's registered under his name! What gives you the right to act superior in front of him?" Freya could not believe it. "The Serenity Villa at The Sovereign Residences—that perfect mansion is under Andrew's name? But Dad, wasn't Serenity Villa always owned by that Southern martial arts master Zachary Fischer?" George snorted, "I don't know the exact details, but one thing's certain—Zachary voluntarily gave Serenity