Christina could not understand how Andrew had such an effect on these exceptional women.

First Lauren, then Francesca, and now someone even more remarkable—Natasha, the powerful widow who ruled West End.

Returning to the lounge, she said to Aspen, "Aspen, let's just head home."

Aspen shook her head. "Not yet, Christie. You need to learn to handle these situations, even if you don't like them."

"I don't want to breathe the same air as Andrew," Christina replied coldly.

"What's wrong? Does it bother you that this worthless gold-digger is suddenly so successful?" Aspen asked with a knowing smile.

Christina responded stiffly, "If he can climb the social ladder through women, that's his talent. It doesn't bother me."

Aspen said seriously. "No, Christie, you're wrong. He's not moving up his status—he simply doesn't know his place. Once powerful women like Madam Vostokoff get bored with this nobody, they'll kick him to the curb. I've seen it happen countless times."

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