Chapter 8

I stood up without hesitation, not wanting to get further entangled with Yana, but she knelt before me.

"Yvonne, I beg you, you can't ruin him."

How was it that my fair competition was considered ruining him?

I had seen shameless people before, but never anyone quite like her. I bent down and looked at her.

"Yana, if you can't bear to see him fail, why don't you use your family's money to support him? The Bridgeton family may not be as wealthy as ours, but it should be more than enough to secure this project, right?"

With that, I walked away, unwilling to waste more time with an idiot.

For the next several days, I busy myself with the project and did not pay any attention to them. When I finally came to my senses, I realized I had not seen Andrew in quite some time.

Without much thought, I grabbed a car from the garage and drove to his house.

There was no one in the living room, but I heard the sound of pages turning in the study. When I opened the door, I saw Andrew hunched ov