In front of Andrew, everyone else was not worth mentioning—just dust beneath his feet. To put it bluntly, they were nothing.

Kevin beamed. "Perfect. Just perfect! Andy, then it's settled between our families! Come on, let's raise a glass and celebrate the Wrights becoming sworn brothers with you!"

Kevin grinned from ear to ear, lifting his wine glass high. At this point, the Wrights practically worshipped Andrew, treating him like a king.

So, Andrew could not really refuse—he clinked his glass against Kevin's with a polite smile. He said smoothly, "I should be the one thanking you, Kevin. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have ended up with such a remarkable godson. But hey, let's not get too sentimental—cheers to you. Bottom's up!"

Kevin burst into laughter. "You're too kind! Cheers, let's drink till we drop!"

The drinking went late into the evening, and it was already around 8.00 p.m. when it finally wound down. Kevin offered to take Andrew to their private country club fo