When Andrew returned to the dining table, Jameson was completely out of it, leaning on Tiana and mumbling nonsense. "Tiana, tonight we're going to battle it out—300 rounds! It's either you or me!"

Tiana's face flushed with embarrassment, and she slapped Jameson lightly on the cheek. "Shut your mouth! You're talking nonsense!"

Andrew, Francesca, and Lauren all turned to look out the window, pretending they had not seen or heard anything.

"Wow, the moon looks beautiful tonight," Andrew remarked.

Francesca nodded quickly. "Yes, the evening breeze is quite refreshing."

Lauren, struggling to keep a straight face, said, "Well, Andrew, Francesca, we should probably head back now."

Andrew handed Jameson a small bottle with a smile. "Mr. Rhodes, it's our first meeting, so I didn't bring much. But I think this might come in handy for you."

Jameson, still dazed, looked up. "What's this?"

Andrew did not answer—he just met Jameson's eyes with a look. Jameson immediately understood