Christina said, "I was trying to give you friendly advice, but if you won't listen, forget I said anything. I understand you might not have access to Mr. Yates, which is why you're pretending not to need his help." "Don't worry though. You helped me once, so even if you can't get Mr. Yates to speak up for you, I'll stand up for you if Mr. Huxley causes any trouble," she added. Andrew chuckled dismissively. "That won't be necessary. Stevens Corporation should focus on its own problems." Irene snorted. "What problems? Our company is thriving. Don't you dare spread rumors." Andrew gave a cold smile. "From what I hear, Harvey's drowning in debt and barely staying afloat. Stevens Corporation's investment is probably going down the drain. If I were you, I'd try to get that money back now to minimize losses." "That's bullshit!" Irene snapped. "Andrew, just admit you're jealous. Harvey just confirmed everything's on track. Once the paperwork comes through, Stevens Corporation will be
Tony's expression turned cold as he replied, "Mr. Eslinger, it was a young man named Andrew Lloyd." Bane Eslinger frowned. "A young man? That seems unlikely. Mastering pressure point techniques that could manipulate someone's life and death isn't something a youngster could achieve." Tony said bitterly. "Mr. Eslinger, I'm not lying. Andrew not only struck Juan's pressure point but also took down one of my top lieutenants. I'll make him pay dearly for this." Michael interjected, "Mr. Madden Senior, are you talking about that junior doctor from Jayrodale General Hospital?" "That's exactly who I mean!" Tony replied, surprised. "Do you know him, Mr. Rhodes?" Michael's expression darkened. "Of course I do. Right now, he has my dear cousin Lauren, the Rhodes family's heiress, completely wrapped around his finger." He turned to Bane and said, "Bane, remember the Death's Draught you gave me? Andrew was the one who neutralized it." Bane was surprised. "Ah, so it was him. If he can
"You're making too big a deal out of this. Why bring me in for such a minor player?" Bane remarked. Michael scoffed. "Bane, you're oversimplifying things. To inherit Rhodes Corporation, I need to get rid of Lauren. With your help, eliminating her would have made my path to leadership smooth sailing, but then Andrew showed up and ruined everything. I can't even enjoy messing around with women anymore with this rage burning inside me." Bane nodded. "Fair enough. He has sparked my curiosity too. The fact that he could neutralize my poison shows more skill than that old fool Cedric—I'd like to meet him myself." Michael smiled coldly, confident in his plan. "With Lauren protecting him, I couldn't touch him directly. But now that Tony's involved, that punk is as good as dead." … Later that evening, Christina was preparing to leave the South City project office after a long day's work. "Christie, please buy me a Porsche. I'm begging you," Leroy pleaded, following behind her. Chr
"Take her." As soon as the command rang out, two East Side thugs immediately grabbed Christina's arms and started dragging her away. "Let her go! Who the hell do you think you are, touching someone from the Stevens family?" Leroy shouted in rage. "You better not lay a finger on her!" Irene screamed. "My daughter is Harvey Weller's fiancee. Do you have any idea what's going to happen to you?" The leader stood emotionless, radiating deadly intent. "Do you think I care about the Stevens family? Here in Jayrodale, I've killed people from families way more important than your little family. Back off if you want to live. I won't hesitate to kill you right here." His menacing presence sent chills down everyone's spines, but Leroy refused to back down. "You think I'm scared of you? Go ahead, try something! Harvey will have your head if you touch me!" The leader's eyes flashed coldly as he suddenly struck Leroy with devastating force, sending him flying. Blood spurted from Leroy's m
Harvey knew exactly what kind of man Tony was, but there was a problem—he owed Tony millions and had no right to challenge East Side's crime boss. "Mrs. Stevens, don't worry. I'll handle this. How dare that old bastard touch Christie! He'll regret it for sure!" Despite his fear, Harvey's tone was full of bravado, acting as if Tony was beneath him. "I knew it!" Irene's tears turned into smiles. "With you stepping in, Harvey, even Tony will have to release her." "You can rest assured, Mrs. Stevens. Tony will have to respect the Weller family name, whether he likes it or not," Harvey promised confidently. After hanging up, Harvey's expression was replaced with, his previous confidence completely gone. "Tony, Christina is my woman. Do you actually think you can get to her before I do? That's not how this works!" Growing angrier by the second, Harvey's face contorted as he dialed Tony's number. "Mr. Madden Senior, even if I owe you money, you didn't have to take my woman. Pleas
At that moment, Andrew was at Jayrodale General Hospital when Dylan called. "Mr. Lloyd, there's something urgent I need to report." "What is it, Dylan?" Andrew asked. "My men saw Tony's people take Christina, the CEO of Stevens Corporation, from the South City project," Dylan reported gravely. "When did this happen?" Andrew's tone turned icy. "Just moments ago. She's probably been taken to the East Side by now. I suspect Tony is planning to use her against you, Mr. Lloyd." "I'll make sure he pays with his life for this!" Andrew growled. Dylan felt a chill running down his spine. "Mr. Lloyd, are you going to intervene? I'll gather our men right away to storm East Side with you." "No need. I'll go alone. I want to see what Tony's up to," Andrew replied calmly. "But Mr. Lloyd, Tony's dangerous! Going alone is—" Before Dylan could even finish his warning, Andrew interrupted, "Don't worry. Once I'm there, no matter how many men or skilled fighters East Side are protecti
Tony chuckled. "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Even just having you here is worth every penny." Even though he said that, his heart ached at the cost. These martial arts masters had extraordinary skills but were also arrogant and greedy. Each job they took was like an excuse to extort the clients, draining them dry with every outrageous demand. Nonetheless, Tony's thoughts turned cold as he remembered the rumors circulating in Jayrodale's underworld—that he, the East Side crime lord, was a useless old man, and Juan was equally worthless. Both father and son had been humiliated by some nobody, tarnishing the reputation of East Side's ruler. The shame was simply unbearable, and Tony believed the only way to salvage his reputation was to eliminate Andrew. By doing so, he would restore his image as the unshakable ruler of the East Side. Just then, Christina was brought in. Her face turned pale at the sight of the hundred-plus thugs and the martial art masters seated at the front. "
Christina took a deep breath, finding her calm. "Mr. Madden Senior, even as East Side's crime lord, if you hurt me, Harvey will demand justice." At this point, she could not imagine Tony completely disregarding the Weller family's influence. However, Tony scoffed. "Harvey? That guy owes me millions. Justice? The moment he sees me, he'd be on his knees begging!" The men around the room erupted in mocking laughter. "Harvey? That guy's nothing but a cowardly joke!" one of them jeered. Another sneered. "Ms. Stevens, you're a stunner, but sticking with Harvey? You're wasting your beauty. You'd be better off with Mr. Madden Senior. He'd make sure the Stevens family reaches new heights." "Honestly," another chimed in, "Harvey's only still afloat because his father has some sway. Otherwise, he'd have been tossed out of Jayrodale long ago!" Christina's anger flared. She could not believe the arrogance of these East Side thugs, openly belittling the Weller family like this. However, do
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