Andrew ignored Hank's snarl completely and smiled at Chantelle instead. "Chantelle, it's only been a few days. How are you doing?"

Chantelle nodded, her face glowing. "I'm good. Nothing to worry about. What about you? How are things on your end in Goldridge?"

Andrew replied warmly, "I'm fine too. But I missed you so much, I couldn't help it… I just rushed over."

Chantelle's cheeks turned red, and she pretended to scold him. "Andrew, we're on the job. No joking around."

Hank, who had been standing there feeling ignored, finally snapped. His voice was low and cold. "Andrew, I asked you a question. What the hell are you doing here? We're here for an official investigation; you're not on the team. Who gave you the right to interfere?"

Andrew looked at him with a half-smile. "Hank, what are you so worked up about? You seem really unhappy about my arrival. What's the matter? Did you do something you shouldn't have, and you're afraid I'm here to settle the score?"

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