Sofia said, "I'll cook for you myself and make something delicious." Andrew chuckled. "Mrs. Garcia, you don't have to! I'm just a country boy from the backwoods. I'm not used to Terror Town's fancy cooking!" Sofia almost teared up and said, "How could you say that? If you came from the sticks, then what does that make us, city folks, cavemen? I'm the one who should be worried, afraid you might look down on our cooking!" Patrick quickly chimed in, "Exactly! Andy, please don't think our home is too simple. If you like, we can go out right now, to the best restaurant in town!" Andrew still shook his head. "No rush, I'm just not that hungry right now. But after all this talking, I am getting pretty thirsty." Sofia immediately stood up. "You're thirsty and didn't say anything? Let me make you some tea right away!" When Sofia brought the tea, Andrew picked up the cup but immediately set it back down. Under Sofia and the others' confused stares, Andrew said casually, "I can't

Andrew looked genuinely surprised. "You think calling him useless is too harsh? I actually think it’s perfectly normal. In my family, if someone couldn’t even make that kind of money in a year, they’d be thrown out, have their arms and legs broken, and kicked from the house!" Cassandra gritted her teeth in fury. She knew Andrew was bragging, but she was completely powerless to do anything about it. Sofia walked over with a lecturing tone. "Cassie, Carlos, did you hear what Andy said? Look at him, then look at yourselves. What he's saying is exactly what we've been thinking." She continued, "You two are just useless, understand? Remember this… From now on, you need to learn from Andy. If you could pick up even a tiny bit of what he has, it would last you a lifetime!" Cassandra wanted to die from embarrassment. Chantelle had only brought Andrew home for two hours, yet the power dynamics had completely flipped. Now, she and Carlos were the ones being trampled, while Andrew, who wa

Jasmine said, "Take Terror Town, for example. Less than ten people in the entire city would qualify to go up there!" Andrew replied, "I'm not from Terror Town, but I think I should qualify." Before Jasmine could respond, a cold voice cut through the air. "Excuse me, could you please move aside?" Along with an overwhelming wave of expensive perfume, a woman in a sharp business suit with an icy expression walked over. Carlos was startled and quickly stepped out of the way. "It's Ms. Ophelia Barclay, the personal secretary to Mr. Elijah Knowles, the Prince of Terror Town." Patrick and Sofia obviously knew how powerful she was and quickly moved aside, lowering their heads. Cassandra forced a flattering smile and greeted her eagerly, "Ms. Barclay, hello! I'm Cassandra from the Garcia family. I interviewed you last time. Do you remember me?" Ophelia gave her a cold glance and replied indifferently. "Sorry, I don't remember." Cassandra's face flushed bright red, embarrassed b

Maxwell said, "This time, we have a distinguished guest visiting, and we need to take care of our VIP first." Ophelia snapped, "Are you saying Mr. Knowles isn't as important as that guy from earlier?" Maxwell looked a little impatient. "Ms. Barclay, if you insist on asking, then I'll be blunt. Mr. Knowles is nothing compared to him, so stop making a scene!" With that, he hurried off to select bottles of vintage wine and personally went to host Andrew. Ophelia ground her teeth in fury. "We'll see when Mr. Knowles shows up. Sure, there are people in Terror Town bold enough to ignore him, but never some nobody like that!" From the Sky Garden, the entire skyline of Terror Town stretched out before them. Under the night sky, the city lights glittered like a sea of stars, and the view was stunning. Sofia's vanity was completely satisfied as she sighed. "Andy, you're really incredible. Thanks to you, we finally get to have dinner here." Andrew smiled. "Mrs. Garcia, don't say

Step by step, Elijah walked toward Andrew with his men. "Do you not know who I am, or are you deliberately trying to cause trouble for me?" Patrick's family was terrified once again. They never expected that going out for dinner would result in crossing paths with a big shot like Elijah. Carlos put on a pleasing smile. "Mr. Knowles, I'm so sorry, truly sorry! I'm Carlos of the Watts family. Please, sir… Do me this kindness. We'll leave right away." Elijah smirked coldly. "Who the hell do you think you are? Asking me to do you a favor?" At his barked command, a fighter behind him lashed out, slapping Carlos so hard he flew across the floor with blood spraying from his mouth. Sofia screamed, almost collapsing, while Chantelle shouted in anger, "What right do you have to hit people?" Elijah smirked. "Do I need a reason to hit someone? All irrelevant people, get lost. Tonight, I'm only here for Andrew!" Andrew gently pulled Chantelle back and chuckled. "Step aside. Let me see