Aspen reasoned that if Andrew truly had the power to make Donald submit, he would not be living off rich women. She had witnessed it herself at the appraisal convention—Andrew did not even dare resist when Donald took him away.

"Aspen, what's wrong?" Christina asked, noticing her troubled expression.

Aspen sneered. "Don't worry, Christie, it's nothing. Andrew just got lucky again—the Jayrodale Police Department decided to let him off the hook."

Christina said mockingly, "Try not to let it bother you, Aspen. It's probably Francesca, Lauren, or even Marvin pulling strings for him again. He keeps relying on others to clean up his messes while sinking lower. I'm done caring about him."

Aspen gritted her teeth. "I couldn't care less about Andrew. He's just a nobody who got lucky because heaven took pity on him. What really stings is all the money I wasted on those high-grade pieces at the appraisal convention."

What she did not mention was how Andrew had humiliated her at the conv