Irene shouted, "You actually brought her to a hotel room? Ugh, have you no shame?"

Andrew replied coolly, "It's none of your damn business."

Then, he casually walked over to the front desk and booked a deluxe suite.

Leroy called out, "Hold up, Andrew!"

Andrew stopped and turned, shooting him a glance.

Leroy looked at the unconscious Aspen and asked, "So, are you two officially sleeping together now?"

Andrew snapped impatiently, "If you've got something to say, say it. If not, get lost."

Leroy snorted. "Relax, man. I'm just saying that you're impressive. You're actually sleeping with Aspen? Honestly, if it weren't for us being related, I'd be tempted too. She's seriously top-tier—any man would want a shot."

Andrew sneered. "Is that so? Well, you're even more of a shameless animal than I thought."

Leroy's temper flared. "And who are you to insult me, Andrew? Don't forget, the woman you're sleeping with is still a Stevens. She's still one of ours. So, you better be ready