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
Kane hung up the phone and shook his head, trying to maintain his composure. At this moment, staying calm was crucial. "Well, well, Mr. Weller Senior. Did something happen? You're looking rather pale," Marvin asked with a smile. Kane and his Weller family members were currently visiting Marvin's territory. Kane forced down his shock and anger, managing a smile. "It's just a minor setback, nothing important. Let's continue our previous discussion, Mr. Yates." "I'm glad it's nothing serious," Marvin replied. "However, regarding your earlier request, I'm afraid I can't help you." Kane frowned. "Mr. Yates, you're Jayrodale's wealthiest man, and your Wealthroller Investments controls the largest capital in the region. You know the Weller family needs funding right now. With just a little help from you, we'll repay tenfold once we recover." Marvin replied flatly, "My group does have substantial idle funds. However, while I can lend to the Rhodes or Aickers or any other organizat
Kane thought something was definitely strange about the entire situation. He glared at Andrew with hatred, burning with murderous intent as he said, "Well, well, if it isn't the fool who doesn't know when to quit." He continued, "I didn't even have to track you down. To think you'd deliver yourself right to my doorstep. You injured Harvey, and even Zayne couldn't finish you off. You might have some skill, but before me, you're nothing but a bug I can kill with just a single move." "Like father, like son," Andrew replied with annoyance. "No wonder your idiot son loves to act so high and mighty—he learned it from his sickly old man." A red-faced elder at Kane's side stood up angrily, pounding the table. "How dare you! Show some respect to Mr. Weller Senior, or I'll end you with one strike!" "Mr. Weller Senior, you'd better control your dogs," Marvin said coldly from his seat at the head of the table. "If you don't, I won't hesitate to put them in their place." "Mr. Yates, so
"Mr. Lloyd, is it really true that Kane only has three days to live?" Marvin asked in disbelief. Andrew responded flatly, "I might've told him three days, but it could be less. Kane is already in critical condition. The poison has already seeped into his bones." He added, "It's a shame, really. He's been stubborn, refusing to listen to anyone. If it weren't for his solid foundation as a martial artist, he'd have already collapsed." Marvin sighed. "Kane was quite the figure in his younger years. Among Jayrodale's prominent families, he was the strongest in hand-to-hand combat and fearless in a fight. Who would have thought he'd end up like this, wasting away to illness?" Andrew sneered. "His body had been weak for a while, but the real culprit is the recent poisoning." Marvin frowned. "Kane has martial arts experts around him all the time. Who could possibly poison him?" Andrew shook his head. "That's a mystery, but it's possible the poison came from someone close to him. No
Dylan was nervous. "Hey, Mr. Lloyd, you've got to stop pulling my legs. If Mr. Yates hears that, he'll literally skin me alive." Andrew smiled slightly. "It's not that serious. Anyway, let's talk business. I can help you, South City, but it's a one-time thing. So, you pick the person." Dylan and his men were confused, glancing at each other. They were unsure of what Andrew meant by "pick the person". Andrew took a sip of tea, then calmly explained, "Pick the person you need me to take out for you." Dylan's eyes widened in realization. He swallowed hard, his heart racing. He could not help but think this guy was too straightforward. Then again, he knew Andrew was indeed capable of being so. "Mr. Lloyd, it's not that we're afraid of the Northern District," Dylan replied, his tone serious. "But Atlas had declared war on us out of nowhere. South City wasn't prepared, and now we're in this mess." Dylan gritted his teeth and said in a bitter voice, "I don't want you to think I'm
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
Derek said coldly, "These elite families and old-money clans have been feasting off Blumedale like it's their private banquet. They think they can gorge themselves for life, rule without question, and remain unchallenged. "But as long as I'm the one calling the shots in this province, they don't get to do as they please!" Chantelle was startled. She had not expected Andrew to actually ignite Derek's fury. She silently cursed, 'This idiot is already useless on his own, and now even worse, he's using Mr. McCormick as his shield? It's despicable!' Derek turned to Andrew. "Mr. Lloyd, don't worry. Those arrogant bastards—I'll handle them and make sure you get justice. But the reason I brought you here today is something more urgent. There's a matter I need your help with." Andrew lifted a hand and said, "Mr. McCormick, say the word. If I can help, I will." Derek nodded. "Here's the situation—an old friend of mine suddenly found himself fighting for his life. We've brought in nearly
Andrew said indifferently, "I was just being honest. I don't see how that counts as a joke. And besides, didn't you dress up to please Mr. McCormick's eyes?" Chantelle, who usually stayed cool as ice, immediately felt her temper flare. "You…" Andrew could not be bothered to deal with her. Without waiting for any announcement, he pushed open Derek's office door and swaggered in. "Uncouth brute…" Chantelle gritted her teeth and followed behind him with a scowl. Derek's office, just like his reputation, was simple and understated. Aside from two traditional landscape paintings and a few framed family photos, Andrew did not see a single decorative item inside. "Mr. Lloyd, you're here—please, have a seat!" Derek stood up with a warm smile the moment Andrew walked in. Andrew chuckled. "Mr. McCormick, you're the top official in Gabo Creek Province. If you're personally welcoming me, I might start getting a big head. You go ahead and sit—I'll manage just fine." Derek took his sea
The red Ferrari sped down from the mountaintop of The Sovereign Residences, tires slicing through the breeze with precision. Aspen sat in the passenger seat, hesitating for a while before finally speaking. "That Xavier… turns out he's Seth's older brother, and even worse—he's a full-blown colonel. Andrew, a colonel in the military is basically a god to most people. You'd better… watch your back." Andrew hit the brakes and stopped right in front of the gated entrance of The Sovereign Residences. He turned with a grin. "Aspen, are you worried about my safety?" Aspen scoffed, gritting her teeth a little. "Worried is a stretch. I'm just giving you a heads-up. And don't act like it's nothing. We haven't even cleaned up the mess with Seth and Mr. Parks." She added, "And now you've provoked the Haywoods' golden boy too? All I can say is—way to add fuel to the fire." Andrew said flatly, "One loser or 100 losers, there's no real difference." At that moment, the two martial arts guard
Ethan refused to let it go. He pointed at Andrew, cursing under his breath. "Kid, I'm not gonna stoop to your level. But if I actually wanted to deal with you, you wouldn't even live to see the sunrise tomorrow. You better believe that." Xavier stepped forward and looked down at Andrew with a calm, superior gaze. "I can see you've got some skill. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to stand up to my younger brother, Seth. "But here's a word of advice—you've made too many enemies. And your attitude? It's practically begging for trouble. Sooner or later, it'll catch up to you." Andrew raised a brow. "So that scumbag Seth is your little brother, huh? That means you're from the Haywoods." Although Xavier tried maintaining a cool, aloof front, a hint of arrogance still slipped through his mask. "I'm the eldest son of the Haywoods. Go ask anyone on the streets of Blumedale—see if there's a soul who doesn't know the name Xavier Haywood." Andrew shook his head. "Sorry, but I'm not
Andrew replied coolly, "Alright, fine. I did do it on purpose. But the only reason I chose the room next to yours was so it'd be easier for you to wake me up in the mornings. Nothing more—so don't go overthinking it." Aspen crossed her arms and let out a cold laugh. "You think I'm buying that?" Andrew shrugged. "Whether you believe it or not doesn't matter. Even if I asked you to warm my bed at night, would you dare say no?" "You…" Aspen was instantly at a loss for words. Her cheeks turned pink as she silently fumed. She was sure that the bastard Andrew was still lusting after her body. Andrew seemed to read her mind and scoffed, "You dumb woman. Don't flatter yourself. Do you really think the only reason I went through the trouble of snatching Serenity Villa from Zachary and picked the room next to yours was just to sleep with you?" As Aspen let out a sarcastic chuckle, Andrew headed downstairs, adding, "I did it because you're weak. If you got yourself killed because of on
Aspen ran through every room and checked out the front and back of the house. By the end of it, her legs were sore. Even so, instead of feeling tired, her delicate face was lit up with excitement and wonder. "Hey, this place is hands-down the best, fanciest, and most expensive location I've ever seen in my life!" she said, rubbing her aching calves while smiling up at Andrew. Andrew replied casually, "Judging by that smile you can't wipe off your face, I'm guessing you're falling in love with it?" Aspen pouted. "Saying I'm not would just be lying to myself. Serenity Villa is clearly the kind of estate that money alone can't buy. A place like this… I'd say only the top families in Blumedale are worthy of it." Andrew let out a dismissive snort. "Don't put those so-called Blumedale elites on a pedestal. Serenity Villa isn't some heavenly paradise. Just remember—the view from the top is always the most breathtaking. And Blumedale in Gabo Creek Province? That place barely makes it t