"Christie, I'm here to see you and your family," Harvey said as he entered, his tone unusually humble. "Last night, I lost my head and acted impulsively. Please forgive me." Irene scoffed. "Sorry, but we won't accept your apology. You can turn around and leave." Harvey was unfazed by Irene's sharp tone and brushed off her hostility as if he had anticipated it. His eyes scanned the room, but when he did not see Christina, his expression hardened. "Where's Christie? Where did she go?" Irene sneered. "Where? Far away from you, of course. Harvey, you should just give up. After what you did last night, none of us will ever forgive you." She added smugly, "And just so you know, Christie and Andrew are back together. Right now, they're probably cozying up somewhere." Harvey's face turned dark in an instant, his eyes blazing with rage like he was ready to explode. Francesca, who had been leaning against the wall watching the scene unfold, frowned and snapped, "What nonsense are y
After all, Kane was not someone Francesca or Lauren could deal with. Harvey said smugly, "Fran, I bet you never thought the day would come when Andrew would be entirely under my thumb. "For so long, you and Lauren—Jayrodale's two leading beauties—have been hanging around with that guy. As your senior, I've warned you countless times, but you girls just won't listen, will you?" He grinned and added with disdain, "Tell you what, why don't you go get Andrew and have him crawl over here and lick my boots? If he does a good enough job, I might just consider sparing him—for now." Francesca clenched her fists, disgusted by the sight of Harvey's audacity. She said coldly, "Harvey, you're supposed to be the golden boy of Jayrodale, born into a prominent family. But for as long as I can remember, you've always been the one picking fights with Andrew. Now that you can't beat him, you've brought your family muscle to settle the score." She scoffed. "Do you actually think that makes you l
Christina's tone was cold as she said, "I'm sorry, but I don't need any of this from you. I already told you last night—we're done. There's nothing left to talk about." Harvey silently cursed her, but he kept his face calm and plastered on a smile. He softened his tone and replied, "I know you're still angry. I'm not asking you to forgive me right away, but my feelings for you have never changed. If you don't forgive me today, I'll stand outside Stevens Corporation every day to apologize until you do." Christina frowned in disgust. "Harvey, don't you realize how childish and pathetic that sounds? I don't want your apologies. I want us to stay out of each other's lives from now on. It's for the best." Irene snapped, "Harvey, stop harassing my daughter! You're the heir of the Weller family—stop acting like some shameless, clingy mutt!" Harvey's face twitched at the insult, his fists clenching as he fought the urge to lash out at Irene. He inhaled sharply, forcing himself to stay
Christina's voice was stiff as she said, "But this time, what I've done for you should be enough to repay everything you've done for me." Andrew frowned and asked coldly, "So even now, you're still focused on settling some imaginary debt with me? Still determined to make sure that you and Stevens Corporation owe me absolutely nothing?" Christina turned her head away, her voice rigid. "That's right. I don't want to owe you anything." Andrew let out a mocking laugh. "You never owed me anything to begin with. Now, move aside. Didn't Harvey claim he wanted to teach me a lesson? I'm giving him his chance." Christina was taken aback but quickly recovered and scolded him, "Andrew, do you even know what you're doing? Step back! Harvey brought one of his family's top enforcers. If you keep this up, everything I just compromised for will mean nothing!" Andrew gently pushed her aside, his tone calm but firm. "First of all, I never needed you to compromise for me. Secondly, if he thinks
Andrew's swift and decisive moves left Christina, Francesca, and the others stunned. None of them expected Andrew to go as far as to completely dominate Harvey, even with Zayne by his side. What shocked them even more was that Harvey, who was supposed to be the top heir of Jayrodale, a place known for its skilled fighters, looked like a complete amateur, unable to even get back up after a light strike from Andrew. Zayne's eyes burned with fury. "Kid, you've got a lot of nerve," he said, his voice filled with anger. "You've hurt someone under my watch. That means I can't let you leave here alive." Andrew casually waved his hand. "Quit talking. If you want to fight, hurry up. I've got other patients to see." Zayne nearly exploded with rage. "You brat! You're asking for it now." Meanwhile, Harvey remained lying on the ground with his shattered fingers, and he could barely breathe from the pain. "Mr. Fletcher, do something! Make him pay! I want him dead, now!" Harvey screamed.
Two Weller family bodyguards rushed forward, using all their strength to steady Zayne. The scene had left Harvey stunned, completely unprepared for this outcome.Zayne mustered his last breath and stated firmly, "Mr. Weller, run." Without waiting for a response, he shoved aside the bodyguards supporting him and bolted toward the hospital exit. Andrew stood there with an icy expression, making no move to pursue. His knee strike had already shattered Zayne's vital points. While the man might survive, he would never fight again. Harvey finally snapped out of his daze and glared at his bodyguards. "What are you idiots standing around for, you useless bunch? Let's go! Get me out of here!" The bodyguards finally came to their senses and moved to escort him away, but Andrew's cold voice stopped them. "If you want to live, leave that piece of trash behind." The bodyguards' legs trembled as they remembered Zayne's fate. To them, Andrew was like the Grim Reaper himself. Then, A
One of the bodyguards asked shakily, "M-Mr. Weller, what should we do? That guy is terrifying! He destroyed Mr. Fletcher's chest. If he comes after us… w-we're done for." Harvey roared, "You're all nothing but cowards! With this kind of spineless behavior, I might as well keep dogs instead of bodyguards!" The bodyguards could only seethe silently, thinking ironically that Harvey had been the most terrified of them all. "Take me to get treated first, then find my father immediately," Harvey snarled through gritted teeth. "Just wait, Andrew. Only one of us will survive this, and it won't be you!" … Back at Jayrodale General Hospital, Irene pulled Christina aside and whispered, "Christie, this is our chance for the Stevens family." "Mom, what are you talking about?" Christina asked, confused. Irene responded urgently, "Don't you see? Andrew is now our family's only hope. The Weller family is too powerful—even Mr. Weller Senior wants to devour Stevens Corporation. We can't ha
Though mother and daughter had lowered their voices, Andrew's keen hearing caught every word. "While the Bridgefields' Stevens family might be established, they're mediocre at best. They're nowhere near the Weller family's level in Jayrodale," he commented casually. "Andrew, you know about Bridgefields' Stevens family too?" Christina asked in surprise. "The head of their family once came to me for medical help with a hefty payment," Andrew replied flatly. "I turned them away because of their attitude, but yes, I know a thing or two about that family." The head of Stevens family from Bridgefield was an influential figure who commanded immense influence throughout the region. Every member of the Stevens family had to follow their orders, making them one of the most formidable families in the area. Hence, when Andrew claimed that the head of the Stevens family's main family had come begging for his help with a substantial financial offer, it was beyond belief. Christina seem
Natasha trembled but stood her ground. "Andrew, I know I'm no match for you, but I'm not someone to be trifled with either. You at least owe me some compensation." "What do you want?" Andrew asked with an amused smile. "I'm not greedy—just give me some of that medicine," Natasha said, her eyes lighting up as she held out her hand. Andrew chuckled and tossed her a small vial. "You say you're not greedy, yet you ask for something money can't buy." Natasha's face lit up with delight as she examined the vial's contents. "Well, at least you have some conscience," she said, carefully tucking it away. Her eyes roamed over Andrew's form as her cheeks flushed. "I have one last request. If you agree, then I'll be yours forever." "Let's hear it," Andrew said with a laugh, "but I'm warning you—nothing excessive!" Natasha stepped closer until she was nearly pressed against him and whispered, "Andrew, I want to be your woman. I've never submitted to many men, but you're different. Take
"Has West End lost all its pride?" Conan demanded. Natasha waved her hand dismissively and gritted her teeth. "Everyone out—I can't blame anyone when I'm simply outmatched. I underestimated him, and even if you all attacked together, you'd just be throwing your lives away." Conan and the other two men reluctantly withdrew, but this time, he remained stationed right outside the door. He wanted to be ready to rush in if Natasha needed help, though he knew they stood no chance against someone who could defeat her. "I admit now that you surpass me in both combat skills and intelligence," Natasha said blankly. "You even have mysterious connections with Marvin and Mark. I can't beat you, Andrew, so do what you will with me." For the first time, Natasha felt utterly defeated. She had never underestimated Andrew, but she had clearly misjudged him completely. She had admired him and wanted him to work for West End, believing her status, charm, and fighting prowess would be enough to t
Natasha's bedroom was in complete disarray. She lay on the floor, drenched in sweat with disheveled hair and blood at the corner of her mouth, her face ghostly pale. Her half-open eyes glared at Andrew with intense hatred, while he sat casually on the couch, sipping his tea as if nothing had happened. Unlike Natasha's battered state, not a single thread on Andrew's clothing was out of place. "Wait, so you two weren't… you were actually fighting?" the bearded enforcer asked in disbelief. Another West End thug added in shock, "How is it possible that Madam is injured?" To them, Natasha had always been an invincible fighter, yet now she lay helpless on the floor, thoroughly defeated by Andrew. Conan shot an angry glare at the bearded enforcer and his companion. "Weren't you just saying how much fun she was having? Stop standing there like idiots and help her up!" The two men rushed forward to assist Natasha, but she impatiently pushed them away. "Get out! All of you get out!
Andrew's fingers struck with precision, targeting pressure points that sent waves of intense pain through Natasha's body. "Darling, no! Please, stop! I was wrong—I'm sorry! I can't take it anymore. It hurts so much!" "Ahhh! Stop it, please stop! Don't do this anymore!" Natasha cried out, her voice switching between desperate wails and hysterical laughter as the unbearable pain pushed her to the brink. The excruciating pain caused Natasha to writhe on the floor. She crashed into the couch and coffee table, making loud thudding noises that echoed through the room. … In the hallway outside, several heads peeked around the corner, intently watching Natasha's door. Conan led the group, his weathered face twisted with concern as he whispered, "Something doesn't sound right about this." One of the West End enforcers chuckled. "Come on, can't you tell? Madam is just having a good time!" Another man with a scruffy beard joined in with a knowing chuckle. "Exactly! Madam Vostoko
Andrew remained seated on the couch, his expression unchanged, as he raised his leg to intercept Natasha's attack. "You won't even stand up? Fine! If you're going to disrespect me like this, I'll have to teach you a lesson!" Natasha's chest heaved with anger. Her combat abilities surpassed Dylan's, and she was just a hair's breadth away from matching Atlas. Yet, this arrogant young man would not even bother to get up from his seat to face her attack, which felt like a direct insult to her pride. She transformed her claw-like strikes into palm strikes, alternating blows aimed at Andrew's chest. Without even looking, the latter countered with two palm strikes of his own, and their hands collided with two dull thuds. Natasha felt an overwhelming force transmitted through Andrew's hands, causing her to stumble backward. Meanwhile, Andrew remained as steady as a mountain on the couch, even taking a moment to pick up his teacup for a casual sip. He commented, "I'm surprised that a
With frustration written across her face, Natasha gritted her teeth. She had decided it was better not to show off her strategies in front of Andrew anymore, wanting to avoid further embarrassment. Andrew ignored her visible discomfort and said calmly, "I want you to understand that anything gained through deception and betrayal will eventually become too hot to handle and turn to dust. That's the lesson history has taught us time and time again." Natasha scoffed. "Fine, I can't argue with you. But you have to admit that two-thirds or more of Jayrodale's underworld is now under my control. Either you and Dylan submit to my authority, or you'll face death!" Andrew shook his head and replied, "You're seeing things through rose-colored glasses. While Dylan might not be able to handle you, I can take you down with a single move. That's another lesson I want to teach you today—that in the face of absolute power, no amount of schemes or clever tricks will work." Natasha paused, then
After her initial shock, Natasha's face flushed with embarrassment and anger, refusing to back down as she questioned him. "Alright, you call yourself a master physician. Then let me ask you this—why did I still get injured in my fight with Atlas after taking the Blood Surge Pill? And now you're accusing me of faking it?" Andrew's lips curled into a mocking smile as he replied, "Is that so hard to figure out? The moment you got back, you took a high-quality healing pill. Judging by your complexion, it must've been a top-tier Vitality Pill. These pills can quickly replenish energy and restore blood, bringing you back from weakness in no time." "Well, am I wrong?" Andrew's tone was dripping with sarcasm as he stared at Natasha. Natasha fell silent for a long moment before clapping her hands, a rosy blush spreading across her face—there was not a hint of weakness left in her demeanor. "No wonder Dylan swears unwavering loyalty to you. Even I have to admit defeat before you, darlin
"At this point, West End can't even send out a proper representative," Andrew stated emotionlessly. "Since you're treating me like I don't exist, I'll kill you first, then have a chat with Natasha." "Mr. Lloyd, please don't go too far!" a voice suddenly thundered from behind. "Conan, done watching the show from your hiding spot?" Andrew smirked as he released his grip and kicked the tattooed giant toward Conan. Conan's face twitched. He knew the tattooed giant was one of Natasha's most fearless fighters, young and skilled in hand-to-hand combat, yet Andrew had broken him so effortlessly. "Please follow me, Mr. Lloyd. Madam Vostokoff will see you now," Conan said coldly. Andrew sneered. "Oh, now she's willing to meet after this show of force?" "Mr. Lloyd, West End has already absorbed Atlas's territory," Conan stated angrily. "If you were smart, you wouldn't have come here." "So, if I hadn't shown up, Natasha would just take everything herself?" Andrew's face remained expr
Andrew's patience had run out as he spoke in a cold tone. "One last time—tell Natasha to come out and talk now." The tattooed giant mocked, "Or what? What can you do? Andrew, you might have some history with West End, but if you think that gives you the right to make demands, you're in the wrong place." As he moved to push Andrew away again, the other guards snickered. With Atlas' fall, Natasha had become Jayrodale's most powerful underground leader, and they could not believe this man's audacity in challenging West End. Suddenly, a sharp crack echoed through the air—the sound of a wrist being broken. The tattooed giant let out an agonizing scream. "My hand! You broke my hand! Get him! Attack!" The fifty-over guards stood shocked for a moment before charging forward with angry shouts. Andrew's face turned cold as his leg swept out. Screams filled the air as the first wave of guards went flying, their faces meeting Andrew's foot. The tattooed giant, his wrist still in Andrew