As evening fell, Aspen and Dylan returned to Serenity Villa. The front gate stood wide open, and Andrew sat squarely in a chair in the middle of the first-floor lobby.

Aspen frowned as she stepped inside. "Why are you sitting here?"

Andrew replied, "Waiting for guests."

"Who?"

"Assassins from the Haywoods and the Goldings."

Her face darkened when she heard his words. She could not help but think Andrew had lost his damn mind for leaving the front door wide open for killers.

He glanced at her and asked, "Weren't you meeting a client? How'd it go?"

Aspen's voice turned icy. "Turns out, Christina was the one looking for investors."

Andrew raised a brow. "So? You turned her down?"

She sneered as she said, "More than that. I made sure all three of them left humiliated. That old hag Irene even got a slap from me."

Andrew simply shrugged. Aspen had never been the merciful type, and none of this surprised him. He simply ordered, "Go make something to eat. I'm hungry."

Asp