Andrew watched as Astrid walked straight out of the room, his expression unreadable. He didn't say a word, but his eyes followed her until she disappeared from view.

Then, he turned his attention to the man who had smacked Astrid. Andrew's hands were in his pockets as he approached the man, his movements calm and deliberate.

The man's tone was arrogant, fueled by his own pride. "What do you want, loser?" he sneered, his words dripping with contempt.

Andrew's response was swift and brutal. He punched the man on the cheek, his fist connecting with a loud crack. The man's eyes widened in shock as he felt his jaw shift,...