Meanwhile, in one of the Lloyd family's grand hotels in Chetvine, Andrew stood up from the center of the table with a glass of liquor in hand. "Everyone, let's raise our glasses," he said, his smile confident.

He added, "I didn't expect that after coming back to Chetvine, I'd be lucky enough to meet all of you. So let's down this in one shot, and from today on, we're all friends!"

Isabelle cheered first. "Andrew, I don't want to be your friend, I want to be your girlfriend, cheers!"

As she shouted, she drank most of her glass of strong liquor in one burning gulp.

Emir glared at her. "Belle, you're supposed to be a lady. Who taught you to drink like that, and we're in the Lloyd family's hotel, so behave a little. You're a girl from the Robertson family, so have some manners. And what do you mean by being Andrew's girlfriend? He can dream on."

Even though he scolded her, he could not hide the grin on his face as he tipped back half his own drink.

Mylo was even more straightforward.