Andrew finally came face to face with the so-called golden boy of the Driscoll family, who everyone raved about. He had to admit that Joe was pretty good-looking.

He had sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. His polished, aristocratic expression stayed frozen in a constant state of aloof detachment, the kind of poker face that did not impress Andrew at all.

Nonetheless, for girls like Liliana, his appeal was devastating.

All the spoiled brats moved aside to clear a path for Joe, and he walked up to Andrew. He did not stop until there was less than half a meter between them.

Andrew remained calm, waiting for the other party to speak.

Joe said flatly, "You're Andrew Lloyd, right? You're not worthy of Lauren!"

It was a direct verdict.

Andrew grinned and asked, "If you say so. Anyway, I guess I can leave now, right?"

Joe frowned, but he did not say a word. Instead, the spoiled brats around them burst into mocking laughter.

"What? Are you scared