The icy man with burning rage in his eyes glares at Avery.
Andrew smiled casually, "Nice to see you, Mr. Howel. It' s been a while."
"Let go of her," Evan hissed through gritted teeth.
"You're interested in her as well?" Andrew pretends to be amazed though he knew who raised his every bid.
Avery silently observes the two men, sizing them up. Evan's commanding presence doesn't overpower Andrew. Her instinct tells her Andrew is not just anyone.
"Cut the crap," Evan says, "Do you know who she is?"
"I know her as the Lion Queen, a Miss Felicity Winter. And she chose me just now. Accept the consequences, Evan. It won't look good for you if word gets out about your little tantrum here."
"Felicity Winter?" Evan frowns.
"You know Evan?" Andrew asks Avery, "You didn't just drop his name in the bathroom?"
Avery peeks at Evan and sees Lisa standing close behind him.
"No, I don't know him," she says with a smirk.