As expected, the fighting and gunshots drew a crowd.
The Charm Restaurant manager rushed over with Christina and several other staff members. Lauren, Francesca, and Aspen also accompanied them.
In front of the three women was Shiloh, who said casually, "I told you all Andrew would be fine. Guess I was right!"
The three women were still shaken. "Honey, where's the assassin?"
Andrew glanced casually over his shoulder. "He's lying in there. Probably halfway to his next life by now."
The restaurant manager was a short, chubby man. Drenched in cold sweat, he said nervously, "Mr. Lloyd, if something had happened to you, we'd all be finished!"
Andrew rolled his eyes. "Don't jinx me like that. Anyway, don't make too big a scene and have Rachel send someone over to clean up the body."
The manager nodded nonstop. "Yes, yes, I've already contacted her!"
Andrew casually tossed the gold-plated Desert Eagle toward him. "The restroom's kind of a mess now. This should cover the damag