Harvey was completely helpless in Andrew's hands, defeated without any real effort. The scene left Christina completely stunned, as Harvey had always been her ideal prince charming—someone who could handle both intellectual and physical challenges with grace.

She had grown accustomed to Harvey's name carrying weight wherever she went. Yet, she watched in disgust as Andrew put him in his place, beating him miserably.

With his messy hair and gritted teeth, Harvey's appearance made Christina's stomach turn, and for the first time, she saw just how ugly he could be.

"Andrew, how dare you slap me?!" Harvey clutched his cheek, pointing at Andrew with bloodshot eyes. "I'll kill you for this. The Weller family's elite fighters will rip you to shreds."

Christina frowned and said, "Harvey, that's enough. I saw everything clearly—you threw the first punch. You couldn't beat him, and Andrew taught you a lesson. That's no one's fault but your own."

"Christina, whose side are you on—mine o