Aspen shook her head. "Let's not bother. I don't think it's necessary!"

Andrew smiled. "Fine, if you don't think it's necessary, then stay home. I'll go meet the Bridgefields' Stevens family by myself."

When she saw that Andrew was actually going to go, Aspen grew anxious and irritated. She wondered if he would cause problems if he met her family alone.

If any conflict arose, her family members would not stand a chance against this tyrant's quick moves—they could be completely destroyed. She hurriedly changed clothes, applied a touch of lipstick, grabbed her purse, and rushed after Andrew.

"I thought you weren't coming? Why are you running after me now?" Andrew asked with an amused smile as he started the car in the driveway.

Aspen gritted her teeth. "Mind your own business! Do I need your permission to see my own parents?"

Andrew shook his head and laughed it off. His obedient and capable little servant was about to leave, so he might as well let her have her way this time