"Get out!"

Andrew's cold command cut through the air like a sharp blade, slicing deeply into Christina's heart.

The Andrew she once knew had been a gentleman—graceful, mild-mannered, and never raised his voice at her, let alone spoke with such harshness.

At that time, she had seen his gentleness as weakness—a lack of masculinity—and had looked down on him because of it.

But now, this cold, ruthless Andrew terrified her. For the first time, she realized just how much she missed the softer version of him.

"This is outrageous! That little brat actually dared to order those thugs under Dylan to surround us. This insult—our family must settle this score!"

On the ride back, Irene fumed, her voice shrill with anger.

Leroy's expression was equally dark. "Andrew's gotten too full of himself. He doesn't even respect our family anymore. Christie, you heard him, didn't you? He had the audacity to command you to leave!" Leroy spat, his tone seething with rage. "Does he thin