Andrew chuckled and said, "How would I dare? She's the pride of Gabo Creek. I wouldn't even qualify to be in her presence!"

Downstairs in the bar, Luna stepped through the door and immediately looked up toward the second-floor booth.

The moment her eyes landed on Andrew, a flash of coldness crossed her face.

Leslie, following close behind, sneered. "General, that arrogant fool is here too."

Luna replied calmly, "Ignore him. I'll leave as soon as our business is done."

Zachary approached and greeted her politely. "General Phelan, welcome. Please, have a seat."

Luna sat down with a relaxed posture, casually crossing one long, boot-clad leg over the other. "So, you're about to take Jerome's inner disciple assessment. How confident are you?"

Zachary gave a sly smile. "If you'd asked me before, I'd say 30%. But now? I'd say 80, maybe even 90%."

Luna scoffed. "That's nonsense. Zachary, I have no idea where your confidence is coming from. Jerome is a titan of the Southern Mart