"Alright then, if that's all, you can leave now," Andrew said, casually waving Trent away.

Trent bowed quickly and asked cautiously, "Mr. Lloyd, Freya mentioned you were introduced to her as a potential match earlier. I was just wondering if there's anything going on—"

Andrew cut him off without hesitation. "Relax. There's nothing between us. If you want to win her over, that's on you. No one's competing."

Trent beamed, grinning from ear to ear as he backed away and hurried off like a man who had just won the lottery.

However, Freya looked at Andrew with a mocking smile. "Still the same as ever, huh? Afraid to get involved with us three sisters?"

Andrew shrugged. "Hey, those were your words, not mine."

Freya's tone was flat. "Don't worry, Andrew. I'm only here to talk business, not to cling to you."

Andrew narrowed his eyes suddenly and lunged forward without warning.

Freya, wearing a flowing chiffon dress, gasped as she was pinned to the floor, her soft body held firm