The moment Andy arrived, he froze, his eyes darting nervously as he took in the sight of the sales team surrounding me.

It was clear—this so-called self-made millionaire wasn't used to dealing with high-stakes situations.

His gaze flickered between the sales agents and me, but after a moment, he slipped back into character, confidently wrapping an arm around me.

I smoothly dodged his touch, flashing a smile as I said, "I told them that my boyfriend... no, fiancé, wanted to buy us a house, so they're showing me the best one in the entire district."

Hearing this, Andy puffed his chest. He assumed the respectful treatment I was getting was all thanks to him. Clearing his throat, he tried to act like the big shot he pretended to be.

"That's right! Don't waste my time with anything under fifty million. Show us the most expensive house you've got."

The sales team led us to the most luxurious villa on the market, and as soon as Andy stepped inside, he couldn't suppress a gasp of awe.

But just as quickly, he snapped back into his role, strutting through the rooms like he owned the place, shaking his head as if disappointed.

"Eh, it's alright, I guess. My personal villa has a much better layout."

"Oh, really? But I think it's amazing," I said, barely hiding the amusement in my voice.

I pulled the saleswoman aside and asked her to give me a detailed tour of each room. The more I saw, the more I fell in love with the villa.

Each space was adorned with artwork from famous painters, filling the house with a rich, artistic atmosphere.

No wonder it was so expensive. It was worth every penny.

Meanwhile, Andy trailed behind me, keeping his phone up, capturing every corner of the house for his audience.

"If you love it, then this is the one. The wedding house, of course, is yours to decide."

Back on the first floor, Andy confidently turned to the saleswoman and said, "Alright, we'll take it. Bring us the contract."

"Sir, this villa is valued at eigh—" she began, but Andy waved her off, cutting her short.

"Don't waste my time talking about the price. Do you think I can't afford it? Let me tell you something—if I wanted to, I could buy ten more just like this without batting an eye."

As soon as he said that, the live comments in his stream lit up with praise.

[That's our man, Big Boss Andy! That woman has no idea how lucky she is to have landed such a catch!]

[I can't wait to see her humiliated! Andy, make sure she pays the price!]

But the sales agents, accustomed to dealing with actual wealthy clients, weren't impressed by his arrogant comment.

One of them shot Andy a cold look before heading off to fetch the contract.

Left alone, Andy decided to entertain himself. He picked up a stone from outside and began smashing everything in sight—the glass balcony doors, the expensive vases.

Everything shattered under his reckless hands.

After a short while, the villa completely changed, as if it had never been decorated.

"Sir, you..."

The saleswoman returned, contract in hand, only to find the villa in ruins. Her face paled as she stared at the destruction.

Andy didn't even glance her way. Snatching the contract from her hands, he boasted, "Once I sign, this place is mine. The décor is tacky anyway—breaking it all saves me the trouble of renovating."

Then, with a smug grin, he flipped the contract open to the signature line and held it out to me.

"Babe, you're in charge from now on. How about you sign the contract? Make it official."