If the person behind the curtain had been just some ordinary woman or a man, Andrew would have shattered that veil and gone straight into a full-blown fight.

Yet, this was different. This was Reginald's former lover, the matriarch of the Peck family.

Andrew was not some ill-mannered person, and he could not just pounce on her. That would mean he really needed to see a doctor about having some kind of complex.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed. With both of them being top-tier fighters, their clashing energies created a surge of force that blasted through the room. The silk curtains between them could no longer withstand the pressure and were ripped to shreds.

Victoria shouted urgently, "You little bastard, turn around. I'm not dressed!"

Andrew sneered. "After all that? Mrs. Peck, do you really think I'm going to fall for that?"

Without even glancing at the bed, he thrust his palm forward and kicked off the edge of the bed, dragging the chair he sat on backward across the floor