Ryder's face was pure bliss, like he was floating on cloud nine.

In the bar's dim lighting, Leslie's pitiful expression vanished instantly. It transformed into a cold, triumphant smirk of someone whose scheme had succeeded perfectly.

This scene completely escaped Ryder, who was too busy embracing his beautiful catch. Little did he know, Andrew and the others upstairs had witnessed everything crystal clear.

Francesca stared in shock. "Aspen, you really nailed it on the head. Oh my goodness, she's such a master manipulator!"

Lauren gave her a thumbs-up. "Aspen, your ability to spot a manipulative bitch is seriously impressive! You got it completely right, not even slightly off!"

Aspen felt a bit smug and was about to speak when a whistle suddenly pierced the air nearby.

The three women looked over with exasperation. "Honey, what are you whistling for?"

Andrew shrugged casually. "Breaking up the lovebirds, of course. Those two are making me sick just watching them, so the