After speaking, Jameson glanced at Andrew, his admiration growing even more. This young man had the guts to stand up to Tiana—something he had always wanted to do but never could. He could not help but feel impressed.

Jameson, Tiana, and their driver took one car, while Andrew and Francesca drove separately.

Inside their car, Jameson reached for Tiana's hand, but she quickly pulled away. She snapped, "I don't like public displays of affection."

Jameson sighed, rubbing his temples. "Tiana, your temper is exhausting. Don't you get tired of being so angry all the time?"

Tiana shot him a glare. "Oh, I'm the problem? You're the one fawning over Andrew like he's some kind of prodigy—a few sweet words from him, and you're already wrapped around his finger. Don't forget, Jameson, the Driscoll family is still looming over us. And that boy? He's a smooth talker who's already charmed you and Lauren."

Jameson's expression turned serious. "So what if the Driscoll family is powerful? That