The rich kids around them immediately started sucking up to Spencer. Someone said, "Mr. Irving isn't just rich—he's filthy rich. You should be thanking your lucky stars he's even glancing your way, kid."

"Don't you see Mr. Irving already held out his hand? What the hell are you standing there for?"

One of the socialites chuckled. "Everyone who tried to be friends with Mr. Irving ended up with a broken wrist and a hospital stay. Hey, Dr. Lloyd or whatever, I suggest you crawl back to wherever you came from. It might be embarrassing, but it's still better than ending up half-paralyzed!"

Hannah smiled sweetly and said, "Andrew, don't tell me you're actually too chicken for this. If that's the case, then we're really gonna lose all respect for you."

Even the usually cold Freya frowned and gave him a warning. "You should just turn around and leave. Mr. Irving is undeniably strong—he could easily knock out a bull. Don't overestimate yourself."

Andrew stayed expressionless but sudde