Michael pointed at his crotch, a smug, taunting grin on his face as he stared Andrew down. He wanted to humiliate him beyond repair, to break him completely and turn him into nothing but a disgrace.

The room fell into complete silence.

Everyone knew that with Kenny backing him up and the Driscoll family as his trump card, Michael had all the power here. Andrew had no room to resist.

Tiana smirked, her eyes full of mockery. She had warned Andrew not to throw himself into the fire, but he refused to listen, too reckless and arrogant for his own good.

Now, the Driscoll family's shadow loomed over him, ready to strike at any moment. Andrew had no choice—if he dared to defy them, he and Marvin would be utterly destroyed.

Under the weight of countless stares—some sympathetic, some amused, and some outright gloating—Andrew suddenly moved, and what he did next stunned everyone.

Without any hesitation, he raised his hand and slapped Michael across the face.

A crisp smack echoed t