"Ms. Stevens, please have a seat," Zachary said warmly.

Aspen was caught off guard but quickly sat beside Andrew, feeling like she had entered a surreal dream. Never in her life had she imagined someone like Zachary Fischer—a living legend in the southern martial arts world—would personally invite her to sit.

"Ruth, go grab the two vintage bottles I've been saving," Zachary added, turning to her with a tone that left no room for negotiation. "Tonight, I'm going all out for Mr. Lloyd."

Ruth's face tightened with resentment. Why was her man, always so powerful and untouchable, suddenly acting like a bootlicker?

However, when Zachary's icy gaze locked onto her, she shuddered and hurried off to obey without another word.

Andrew chuckled, clearly amused. "Zac, you're living large these days. And your woman? Man, she carries herself like she the damn queen."

Zachary forced a bitter smile. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lloyd. Ruth's gotten spoiled by me. I'll discipline her better going forward