"Name," Andrew said flatly.

Reuben dared not show any attitude and quickly answered, "Reuben Davis. I'm from Gabo Creek. Started training at seven, own five properties in Blumedale, have 400 million in liquid assets, and one illegitimate son—"

Andrew waved his hand, cutting him off. "I asked for your name, not your entire autobiography."

Reuben bowed his head, nodding repeatedly. "Got it, got it! My bad, sir!"

Andrew asked, "Do you want me to let you go?"

Reuben looked at him eagerly.