Tony let out a sinister laugh. "What's the matter? Getting scared now? Weren't you acting tough just a minute ago?" Andrew smiled. "I'm not scared. I'm just suggesting we could resolve this peacefully. What do you think?" Tony laughed, his tone mocking. "Resolve this peacefully? This isn't over until you're in pieces! Get on your knees, cripple yourself, and beg for Juan's forgiveness. Maybe then we'll talk." Tony relaxed back in his chair, lit a cigar, and began blowing smoke rings. Lauren frowned. "Mr. Madden Senior, you're being unreasonable. We can treat Juan's injuries and discuss this like civilized people." "Tony, it's better to end feuds than escalate them," Dylan added gravely. "The three of us are willing to make amends. Isn't that enough?" Tony scoffed. "This loser dared to come to my territory and challenge me. Do you think I'll let him walk out of the East Side alive? That's ridiculous." Andrew chimed in, "I agree. I gave you a chance for peace, but you're t
Andrew sneered. "Well, are we doing this the hard way?" Tony was on the verge of losing it. He barked, "Shut up and let go of Juan! If you do, I'll let you walk out of here. Now, get lost! All of you!" Andrew said calmly, "Ms. Rhodes, Dylan, Dr. Aicker—let's go." Dylan did not move. "Mr. Lloyd, don't trust Tony. The moment we leave, he'll order his men to surround us." Andrew turned to Tony with a smile. "You'd better not try that. I've hit a pressure point in Juan's body that could be fatal." He continued, "If we can't leave safely, believe me, your idiot son will be the first to die." Tony's expression fell again. He had indeed planned to order his hundreds of thugs to beat up these bastards the moment Andrew released Juan. However, he had not expected Andrew to be one step ahead. "Are we really going to let this punk walk away just like this?" one of his trusted men shouted in frustration. "When has East Side ever taken such a huge loss?" Tony replied grimly, "What
Lauren said with disgust, "Last time at the racetrack, it was that bastard who pushed Juan to start trouble. While the Wellers may be one of Jayrodale's elite families, Harvey is nothing but a scheming snake." Dylan snorted. "Mr. Lloyd, would you like me to arrange something and teach that little punk Harvey a lesson?" Andrew responded calmly, "Not yet. If he continues to act foolishly and crosses my path one day, I'll make sure he understands the meaning of regret." Lauren's eyes sparkled as she smiled at Andrew. Her man was becoming more commanding by the day. Without making a show of it, he had both the legendary Aicker family and Dylan's people on his side. She could not help but wonder how Christina could have ever let go of someone with such capabilities. … That night, Tony was destined for a sleepless night. As he massaged his throbbing forehead, he asked, "Well? Have they figured out how to fix Juan's condition?" His trusted man replied anxiously, "Mr. Madden Seni
Tony muttered, "Andrew Lloyd, Andrew Lloyd…" Then, he slapped Bernard so hard it sent him flying across the room. He spat, "Are you out of your damn mind? You think you can mess with me?" Bernard was stunned and protested, "Mr. Madden Senior, I'm telling the truth! Why are you hitting me?" He tried to be helpful, but Tony was not only ungrateful, but he was also violent. Bernard wanted to leave and just let Juan die. Tony snarled, "Why am I hitting you? You idiot, that bastard Andrew is the one who put Juan in this condition!" "What? He did this to Mr. Madden?" Bernard's jaw dropped as he finally understood why Tony had slapped him. He had unknowingly poked at Tony's fresh wound, so maybe he deserved that slap after all. "Mr. Madden Senior, if Mr. Madden's condition was really caused by him, then we're in serious trouble," Bernard said gravely after collecting himself. Tony snorted. "What do you mean trouble? With my connections and power, do you think I'm just going to
Those in the know understood that Andrew could easily fill the deputy chief position at Jayrodale General Hospital. With his exceptional medical skills, he could even handle being the chief doctor without breaking a sweat. Standing in his newly renovated office, Andrew sighed and said, "Ms. Rhodes, Dr. Aicker, I honestly have no interest in the deputy chief position." Lauren beamed with joy as she replied, "Dr. Lloyd, we know you don't care about these titles. However, Jayrodale General Hospital is our privately owned hospital, and leadership positions are based on ability, not seniority. The position of deputy chief suits you perfectly." Francesca chimed in with a smile, "If you want, I'll even hand over my position to you. I could step down as chief doctor and assist you instead." "Please, I'm already overwhelmed with the deputy chief role, let alone being the chief," Andrew replied with a wry smile. Lauren flashed a mischievous grin and teased, "Fran, why are you being so
Watching Bernard storm away as angrily as he had arrived, Francesca frowned. "Lauren, it seems Bernard still can't let go of his prejudice against Andrew." Lauren scoffed. "Who cares about him? Anyone who goes against Dr. Lloyd is bound to fail sooner or later." Francesca's expression turned serious. "Lauren, Mr. Bozzelli backs Bernard, and he has never really seen eye to eye with our families." "If Mr. Bozzelli is smart, he won't oppose us just to support someone like Bernard," Lauren said with a cold snort. The entire morning was quiet for Andrew. Since becoming deputy chief, he found himself less busy than when he was an attending physician, and both Lauren and Francesca had given him considerable autonomy. Unless the hospital encountered cases that were too challenging even for Francesca, Andrew only needed to step in during emergencies despite being Jayrodale General Hospital's ace. Christina called at noon, her tone notably distant as she said, "Mr. Lloyd, do you hav
An uncomfortable silence fell between them in the car. Finally, Christina broke the silence and asked, "Do you still hate me after all this time?" Andrew chuckled. "You're overthinking it, Ms. Stevens. Why would I hate you? I'm happy that you're getting married into such a prestigious family." Christina murmured, looking lost. "I can't tell what it is, but I don't feel any joy at all from Harvey's return and proposal." "That's your business, Ms. Stevens. It has nothing to do with me," Andrew replied coldly. "Can't you just listen to me?" Christina snapped in frustration. Andrew fixed her with an icy stare until she nervously looked away. "Look, I spent years listening to you, through your happiness and sadness, always quietly supporting you. But you chose another man's arms because you thought I was too ordinary for you. You made your choice, so whether it works out or not is your problem, not mine." Christina took a deep breath, her eyes regaining their determination. "No
Finally owning his own car, Andrew did not need Christina's help anymore. He stepped on the gas and headed straight for the South City project site, leaving Christina staring at the disappearing Porsche in frustration. Since their breakup, Andrew has shown less and less regard for her. His luxury car, the position as deputy chief at Jayrodale General Hospital, and the trust of billionaire Marvin, who made him an executive at Wealthroller Investments—all these titles combined made him seem just as impressive as her role as CEO of Stevens Corporation. 'Did I really misjudge him?' Christina could not help but wonder, her feelings mixed. Nonetheless, she quickly dismissed the thought, convincing herself that Andrew's success was due to others' help. Such a man could never be worthy of her, Christina Stevens. She needed someone who could genuinely impress her with genuine talent and ability, not someone riding on others' coattails. Christina and Andrew arrived at the South City pr
Logan was stunned. He rushed forward in shock. "Father, you're awake?" George forced a small smile. "Not only am I awake, but I've never felt this clear-headed before. It even feels like my martial cultivation just had a breakthrough!" The crowd of expert doctors, including Chantelle and Mosby, was frozen in place, completely dumbfounded. No one could utter a single word, as they were too stunned to react. Andrew gestured for Logan to help George onto the couch, smiling as he said, "Mr. Keller Senior, the energy corruption has already been cleared from your system. Now you'll just need some medication to aid your recovery, and your body should return to normal. "However, your vitality and spiritual energy were badly depleted—it'll take a few months to fully recover." George looked at Andrew with genuine admiration. He asked Logan to help him sit up, then turned solemnly and said, "I'm already grateful just to be alive. But to come out of this without losing an ounce of my life
Mosby explained, "But undoubtedly, his mind must be utterly exhausted and his spirit completely drained! Whether or not he wakes up will be the real challenge. If he doesn't regain consciousness, he'll become nothing more than a hollow shell." As he spoke, he cast a deliberately sinister glance at Andrew. If George remained in a vegetative state, then Andrew would not just be blamed—he would probably be executed on the spot by the Keller family. Yet right then, Logan turned to Andrew with genuine sincerity and said, "Andrew, all of us in the Keller family saw what you did for my father. Don't worry—even if he doesn't wake up, you'll still be honored as a benefactor of our family." Mosby could not believe what he was hearing. "Mr. Keller, how can you say that? If Mr. Keller Senior doesn't wake up, Andrew should be held accountable for a grievous crime!" Logan, however, had already seen through Mosby's jealousy and hostility toward Andrew. He responded calmly, "Mr. Lake, this is
Andrew ignored all the shouting around him without batting an eye. Once everything he requested had been brought in, he began the treatment without delay. "Mr. Keller Senior, brace yourself for some pain," he warned calmly. With that, he slowly inserted golden needles into the top of George's head. Chantelle's voice turned serious. "Andrew, the head is the most delicate part of the human body. It's where the nerves are most complex—what you're doing could have serious consequences." Andrew replied evenly, "Mr. Keller Senior's condition stems from a mental collapse, and the mind resides in the thoughts—the thoughts in the brain. So, treatment has to start there." As he explained, his hands moved with precision. Soon, the crown of George's head, right in GV20, was covered in golden needles. Then, he pressed two acupoints on George's chest with careful control. A flicker of relief finally appeared on George's agonized face. Logan asked cautiously, "Andrew, why did you target
Mosby said, "I already drained most of the old man's strength with Ms. Garcia! And now you're just waiting on the sidelines to swoop in when it's safe. Don't you think that's rather shameless?" Andrew said flatly, "Judging others by your own petty standards—that's exactly the kind of person you are, Dr. Lake. If you're so upset about it, how about I release Mr. Keller Senior and let you try your luck? Let's see how easy that 'swooping in' really is." Mosby's expression instantly changed. He fell silent, visibly shaken by the idea. He still remembered almost getting killed by George just moments ago, and there was no way he wanted to flirt with death again. Andrew sneered, "Coward." Mosby snapped, "You insolent brat! How dare you insult me?!" Andrew could not be bothered to respond. He had no personal vendetta against the man, but after being provoked repeatedly, he was not going to sit there and take it either. "Logan, get Mr. Keller Senior into the room. I'm ready to begin
Logan shouted, his voice cracking, "Dr. Lake, get out of the way!" Mosby forced himself to stay conscious, pried his eyes open, and immediately saw death rushing at him. He screamed, "Mr. Keller Senior, please—spare me!" However, George had already charged in, eyes blood-red, and a brutal hand chop was aimed straight for Mosby's skull. If that blow landed, the so-called legend of Blumedale would die right here, with his head cracked open. Chantelle gritted her teeth and moved in without hesitation. Her long leg, clad in sleek, tailored slacks, swept out in a horizontal arc. George stumbled back two steps, let out a low, guttural growl, and immediately lunged at her instead. Logan shouted from the side, trying to talk his father down, yet it was useless. George had fully descended into a killing trance. "Dr. Lake, get clear!" Chantelle barked as she spun forward. Her pale, graceful hand landed squarely on George's shoulder, and with a sharp twist, she executed a perfect shoul
Logan instinctively stepped forward, panicked, ready to intervene. However, Andrew stopped him. "No rush. Mr. Keller Senior needs to burn off some of that energy first. That way, it'll be easier for me to treat him afterward." Logan's voice trembled. "Dr. Lloyd, my father is not going to get hurt, right?" Andrew smirked. "Relax. Mr. Keller Senior will be fine. If anyone's in danger, it's probably Dr. Lake." Mosby and George had already gone head-to-head in combat. However, George looked completely possessed, growling like a wild beast, clearly stripped of rationality. His physical strength was nothing short of monstrous. Every vase, table, and piece of furniture in the room that stood in his way was shattered to dust under his fists. He held nothing back. Chantelle's eyes widened. "That strength… Has Mr. Keller Senior reached martial king level?" Logan sighed, conflicted. "That was originally a tightly guarded secret of the Keller family. No outsiders were supposed to know.
Andrew waved a hand dismissively. "I don't have time to explain everything to you, and even if I did, you wouldn't understand it anyway. You just need to know this—if you want to save your father, then do exactly what I tell you to." Logan looked uncertain and shot a quick glance at Chantelle as if to ask, "Who is this guy you brought along, and what's with the ego?" Chantelle's face darkened. "Mr. Keller, this man is Andrew Lloyd—he came at Mr. McCormick's recommendation. But honestly, you don't have to take him seriously. Just carry on with your own plans—ignore him." However, Logan shook his head and turned toward Andrew. "Dr. Lloyd, go ahead. Tell me what you need. As long as it'll help my father, I'll make it happen." His respectful tone stunned Chantelle. She wondered if Logan was out of his mind for believing Andrew just like that. Andrew smiled. "My request is actually pretty simple. If I'm going to treat your father, I expect to be compensated. So, I want access to al
Chantelle could not lash out, so she gritted her teeth and quickly followed behind. Inwardly, she made a mental note to report this arrogant clown to Derek later. To her, Andrew was reckless, so full of hot air, and completely unworthy of trust—nothing but a showboating jester. … Inside the main hall of the Keller residence, the place was packed with people coming and going. A group of specialists and renowned doctors stood gathered, their brows furrowed as they exchanged anxious whispers. One commented, "Mr. Keller Senior's condition is strange—truly bizarre!" "Exactly. His entire face is paralyzed. Even his tongue won't move. He can't swallow even a spoonful of medicine!" Another chimed in, "And the worst part? No one can get within three feet of him. The second anyone tries, they get attacked—some left with cracked skulls, others… well, some didn't make it." "Jeez! That serious? Who would dare try to treat him now? No matter how much the Keller family is offering, it's no
Chantelle was behind the wheel while Andrew rode along in the passenger seat as they headed out to treat Derek's old friend, George Keller. The atmosphere inside the car was tense, with Chantelle's resting expression as frosty and detached as ever, her face practically carved from ice. Andrew was not the kind of guy to throw warmth at a wall of cold, so he simply stayed quiet, staring out the window at the passing streets. After holding back for a while, Chantelle finally could not resist and let out a mocking laugh. "Mr. Lloyd, what a clever move—create your own mess, then try to get Mr. McCormick to step in and clean it up for you. Don't you think you're playing with fire?" Andrew smiled. "Playing with fire? Nah, I don't see it that way. At this point, I'm pretty much one of Mr. McCormick's trusted men. So if the little guy's getting targeted, doesn't it make perfect sense for the boss to step in and fix it?" Chantelle was momentarily stunned before letting out a scoff. "An