Leroy muttered, "He used to drive a Mercedes G-Wagon, but now he's driving a LaFerrari in Blumedale! Andrew's doing incredibly well—he's like a top-tier family's scion! If he were my brother-in-law, would I possibly get to touch the steering wheel of that LaFerrari? God, it hurts… I want to cry…"

Looking at the luxury sports car he would not dare dream of owning, Leroy was overwhelmed by envy.

Irene was no better. Although she did not care much about sports cars, she was practically salivating at the sight of luxury clothes, handbags, and jewelry.

She exclaimed, "Louis Vuitton, Chanel, Gucci… Goodness, all top luxury brands, and so many of them! Aspen, Andrew, where did you get so much money? Tell me right now!"

Shamelessly, her overweight body moved with surprising speed as she rushed in front of Aspen, nearly grabbing the bags from her.

Aspen sneered. "Could you please get lost? Where our money comes from is none of your business!"

Seeing the greedy expressions on Christi