Lauren raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Who else? You're not seriously going to ask Mr. Thatcher for money, are you, Dr. Lloyd?"

Andrew grinned and gestured toward the corner where Finley sat sulking. "Not Mr. Thatcher. It's our good friend, Mr. Moore. His uncle's the leader of Hidden Dragons, so he's got deep pockets."

The mention of Finley made Lauren and Francesca's eyes sparkle with anticipation. If anyone was perfect for fleecing, it was that unlucky fool. With playful determination, the two women followed Andrew, their heels clicking with purpose as they headed straight for Finley.

Finley was busy drowning his sorrows in liquor when he noticed someone standing beside him. He frowned in irritation. "What now? Can't a guy drink in peace? Beat it!"

Andrew chuckled softly. "Drink all you want, Mr. Moore, but how about paying your tab first?"

Finley froze for a moment before his face twisted in disbelief. He looked up and saw Andrew standing there, smiling casually. His eyes