Marvin chuckled and said, "Dylan, let me give you two choices!" Dylan's eyes lit up instantly. "Please, Mr. Yates, I'm listening!" He thought this might work in his favor—after all, getting an offer from Jayrodale's wealthiest man could mean millions in compensation for losing his best fighter. Marvin continued, "First choice: we forget this ever happened." Dylan immediately shook his head. "That's impossible. I'll take the second option!" Marvin laughed again. "The second choice is this: Jayrodale's four crime lords go down to three, and I'll display your head on South City's highest wall for all to see!" Dylan's smile froze as he stared at the seemingly gentle old man. "Mr. Yates, I know better than to offend you. But may I ask why you're treating me this way?" Dylan was known for his ruthlessness. Yet, he found himself nearly in tears before Marvin. Marvin grinned ominously. "Why? Because that man is someone far beyond both you and me! Honestly, if you hadn't been
After examining Eunice, Andrew immediately confirmed it was the same poison used on Cecelia. The method was sophisticated, and most people would not have seen it coming. "Dr. Lloyd, can you treat her?" Lauren asked anxiously. Andrew nodded confidently and said, "It shouldn't be too difficult." Then, he reached for his silver needles and was ready to start the detoxification process. Suddenly, a cold voice called out, "Stop right there!" A group entered the room, led by a man in a suit with an air of smug entitlement. Lauren turned with a frown. "Michael, what are you doing here?" It was Michael Rhodes, her cousin and one of Jayrodale's four most eligible bachelors. He replied, "Lauren, isn't it obvious from Eunice's poisoning that someone's targeting Rhodes Corporation? You can't be that blind." "And?" Lauren's face remained expressionless. "And it's time to get rid of your pretty boy doctor here. My people will handle this, so stay out of it!" Michael shot Andrew a di
Michael praised, "Fran, you truly live up to being Dr. Aicker's protege! Your medical skills put us men to shame!" Francesca could not help but feel smug at the compliment, glancing at Andrew. She said in a condescending tone, "Well, Andrew, I'm sure my detoxification technique and medication choice are beyond your capabilities. Since you watched the whole process, you might want to take notes. It could really improve your skills." Andrew just shook his head with a smile, which prompted Francesca to raise an eyebrow. She asked, "What? You seem unconvinced." "Oh, I'm convinced," Andrew replied. "It's not every day you see someone put on such a dramatic show with zero actual results. That's quite an achievement." Francesca's expression turned cold. "Are you questioning my medical expertise?" Coming from a prestigious medical family with a legendary grandfather, she had always been confident in her abilities and could not tolerate any challenge to her skills. "I wouldn't da
Andrew ignored Francesca and immediately began treating Eunice. The silver needles danced between his fingers as he inserted them into specific pressure points on Eunice's body, all while stopping the spread of the toxin with a few taps. His mastery left Francesca dumbfounded. She stuttered, "Y-You actually know the pressure-point technique?" "Isn't it basic knowledge? Anyone with hands can do it," Andrew replied casually, leaving Francesca nearly choking with anger. Her grandfather, Cedric, had trained his whole life and, at 80 years old, had barely mastered the basics of pressure point techniques. Yet here was Andrew, wielding it as if it were child's play. Francesca thought Cedric would probably faint if he saw this. One by one, the needles drew out the poison, their silver surfaces turning black. Lauren beamed with pride and exclaimed, "Dr. Lloyd, you're amazing!" Then, she turned to Francesca with a smirk. "Well, Fran, are you convinced now?" Francesca stubbornly argu
Andrew calmly pointed out the flaws in their logic. "If they learn that Ms. Rhodes has access to someone who can neutralize poison, what's to stop them from using more lethal methods next time? Are you ready to take responsibility for that?" His sharp questions made Michael's face turn bright red. "You worthless parasite, how dare you speak to me like that! I'll…" Lauren cut him off, pointing toward the door. "Michael, I run Rhodes Corporation now, not you. If you're going to be useless and disrespect Dr. Lloyd, you can get out!" Michael glared venomously at Andrew. "Fine! Let's see what this loser can do!" Lauren flashed Andrew a charming smile. "Dr. Lloyd, since you've already saved Eunice, would you help us figure this out? Pretty please?" It was impossible to say no to a beautiful woman. Even though he thought Lauren was a flirt, he still replied, "I have a theory, but I'll need more information from you, Ms. Rhodes." "Ask away! I'll tell you everything," Lauren said ea
Lauren gazed at Andrew with sparkling eyes. "Dr. Lloyd, please tell us how you figured it out." Andrew explained, "It's quite simple. You have a predictable routine between three locations. Since the culprit couldn't act at photo shoots or your home, that only leaves the company." Francesca chimed in, "That's obvious. But how can you be so certain it's a high-ranking insider at Rhodes Corporation?" Andrew replied calmly, "Think about it—as CEO of the corporation, would regular employees have access to her? To poison her food or drinks, they'd need access to her office or personal items. Only executives have that kind of privilege." "Dr. Lloyd is absolutely right," Lauren exclaimed. "At Rhodes Corporation, only senior executives have that level of access to get near me." Michael snickered. "Then how do you explain Cece's poisoning? She didn't eat or drink anything—she just visited briefly and got poisoned. Your theory makes no sense!" "Exactly. You can't explain that part w
Francesca looked at Andrew with a hint of jealousy. "Well, well, it seems like you've got some skills after all." Michael scoffed beside her. "It's just a basic theory! Anyone who's watched 'Detective Kobe' could figure that out. Nothing to brag about!" Lauren shot him a cold smile. "Says the guy who spends all day watching 'Idiot Bears'." Michael's face flushed red as he argued, "I don't watch 'Idiot Bears' all day! Lauren, there are other people here. Can't you cut me some slack!" Lauren feigned understanding. "Oh right, my mistake—you're too busy watching adult films." Michael's face turned crimson with rage. "Did you go through my computer?" Lauren ignored him, her expression turning deadly serious. "Now that we know it's someone from senior management, they shouldn't blame me for showing no mercy." "Ms. Rhodes, I'm sure you already have some suspicions about who's behind this," Andrew commented. Lauren nodded hesitantly. "I do, but suspicions alone aren't
After leaving Lauren's office, Andrew did not head to the nearest restroom. Instead, he went straight to a different section of the building. To be exact, it was where Michael's office was located. He had noticed it earlier during his visit and slipped quietly into the only bathroom in that area. As soon as Andrew entered, he heard Michael on the phone, clearly panicking. "Remember, no matter what Lauren does, act normal. That damn girl is getting suspicious, and if she finds out you're behind this, I'm dead too!" Andrew smirked, his suspicions about Michael confirmed. Soon, Michael grew agitated. "What are you afraid of, you idiot? I'm covering for you here. As long as Lauren can't find proof, she can't do anything, even if she suspects you!" Michael added, "We shouldn't contact each other for a while. And watch out for that pretty boy hanging around Lauren—he's sharper than he looks. Damn him! If he hadn't helped Lauren, we wouldn't be in this mess!" As Michael hung up and
"Heh, Mr. Yates, your money might be able to move mountains, but Aspen's threat is right here and now!" Tiana said with a cold smirk, clearly annoyed. "Once they deal with the Madblade Martial Academy fighters, Aspen will turn his sights on Andrew." She continued, "Even if you throw a fortune around right now, by the time your reinforcements show up, your prized pawn will already be on his knees, begging for mercy!" Cedric frowned. "If Gordon gets too out of hand, aren't you going to step in?" Tiana gave a playful but sharp smile. "Why would I? The Bridgefields' Stevens family has done me no harm. Why should I get involved in their business?" Cedric's voice became more serious. "You're still from Jayrodale, Mrs. Rhodes. Are you really going to stand by and watch Gordon run wild in your own city? And what about Dr. Lloyd? He and Lauren are close. Surely, for their sake, you'd lend a hand?" Tiana gave an icy snort. "Mr. Yates is right here. He's the boss around here, and he has
Andrew spoke calmly, "Ivan has solid expertise in hard martial techniques. With his aggressive internal boxing style, he might hold his ground against that hunchback for a while. But if the fight drags on, that old man will use his superior stamina to gain the upper hand—he's adept at controlling internal energy flow." On the VIP platform, Tiana said flatly, "That Madblade Martial Academy guy is going to suffer today." Marvin chuckled. "Not many know this, but Cedric and I are well aware of your talents, Mrs. Rhodes. You've always been a martial arts genius. Who do you think that girl from Bridgefields is relying on?" Cedric nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed. Back then, you were one of Jayrodale's most celebrated women. Even Kane from the Weller family admired you. We'd appreciate your insights." Tiana smiled arrogantly. "Those days are long gone now that I'm a wife and mother. But since you asked, I'll share what I know." She turned her gaze toward Gordon and explained, "That man
"Dr. Lloyd, Aspen and Christina seem prepared for something serious. We need to be cautious," Lauren warned, her voice tinged with concern. Francesca nodded in agreement, her brows furrowed. "Aspen's always been proud and arrogant. She wouldn't dare show up here and threaten to ruin Moonlit Apothecary unless she had absolute confidence in her backing." Andrew smiled faintly. "Her confidence comes from that hunchbacked old man standing behind her. His skills are decent. In Jayrodale, there might not be many who could stand against him." Lauren's eyes widened in surprise. "That old man? He looks so frail he can barely walk. I didn't think he'd be a master fighter!" Francesca's worry deepened. "That just makes it worse, Andrew. Aspen's failures here have already filled her with resentment. I'm worried that after dealing with Madblade Martial Academy, she'll turn her attention to you." Andrew snorted, a hint of disdain tugging at his lips. "Sure, he might be formidable to others
Finley scoffed, shocked that Andrew was actually trying to fleece five million out of Aspen. He could not help but think Andrew's greed was going to be the death of him. Irene stood with her hands on her hips, smirking. "Andrew, you've got quite a show going today, but let me tell you something—our family may not have brought a large crowd, but we're not someone you can push around!" Leroy puffed up his chest and added, "Yeah! Aspen's got top family fighters with her. You're in for a world of pain soon!" "Shut up, both of you!" Christina snapped, her brow furrowed in frustration. "Why should we?" Irene huffed. "With Aspen backing us, I've got every right to show off a little!" She crossed her arms and scowled. "Besides, look at this fancy medical center Andrew's opened. It's practically a luxury resort. I can't stand the thought of him living it up like this!" Leroy nodded eagerly. "Exactly! Andrew dumped you, and now he's thriving—first buying that fancy Mercedes, and now
"Mr. Moore, that hunchbacked old man looks like he's reached the level of a senior grandmaster," one of the Hidden Dragons experts whispered. "No, not just senior grandmaster—he's probably at the peak, capable of taking lives with a mere flick of his finger!" "Hah, Moonlit Apothecary is in big trouble now. I've been saying that Andrew can't go around making enemies without someone eventually coming to settle the score." The Hidden Dragons experts exchanged smug glances, their eyes gleaming with schadenfreude. Finley sneered, his jaw tightening. "Just wait. Today, not only will Moonlit Apothecary be wrecked, but that loser Andrew will probably be lucky to survive this." Finley sensed the overwhelming danger emanating from Gordon. Although he could not pinpoint who the man was, his instincts screamed that Gordon was not someone to provoke. If Finley had been in Andrew's shoes, he would have run without a second thought. Natasha's voice sliced through the tension. "Aspen, tak
Aspen strode confidently to the center of the banquet, her expression cold and unforgiving. She swept a glance over the gathered crowd and sneered. "Looks like today's a good day. Jayrodale's most prominent figures are all here. Perfect timing—I'll make sure everyone knows that the Stevens family from Bridgefields always collects their debts." However, Christina and her family looked increasingly nervous. Christina whispered urgently, "Aspen, you might want to reconsider. Even Jayrodale's wealthiest man is here today. You're playing with fire!" Irene glanced around nervously. "How on earth did that loser Andrew manage to gather such a crowd? These people aren't ones to mess with!" Leroy clutched Irene's arm, his legs shaking. "Mom, I feel like fainting. Oh my God, look! Even Natasha and Dylan are here—those two are killers, legends in the underground world of Jayrodale!" Their initial confidence quickly evaporated. They had arrived intending to support Aspen and demand rev
Andrew sighed dramatically. "I can't believe it. You have a Hidden Dragons boss as your uncle, yet you can't even manage 50 million. Fine, I'll lower it to 30 million." "30 million? Forget it! If you're going to keep pushing, then do it. I'd rather risk my life!" Finley snapped. Andrew chuckled. "Alright, alright, you look like you're about to pass out. Let's settle on five million. Honestly, you're the poorest and stingiest of all the guests today, Mr. Moore." In the end, after some intense back-and-forth, Finley begrudgingly transferred five million to Andrew. He stared at his phone screen, watching his balance drop, and felt his heart bleed. Five million gone over a single simple banquet—it was a humiliation he could not swallow. The moment the transfer came through, Francesca promptly confiscated it. "This isn't some secret fund, Andrew. It's part of the collection, so I'll keep it for proper accounting," Francesca said with a playful grin. "You're not getting it back!
Finley's eyelid twitched violently. "What do you mean by that? I'm warning you—don't go spreading rumors!" Andrew chuckled. "Oh, it seems Mr. Moore values his reputation quite a bit. But here's the thing—this is my Moonlit Apothecary. You've eaten and drunk here without paying, and that's just unacceptable." He leaned in a little and added with a smirk, "All it takes is one loud announcement from me, and soon, everyone in Jayrodale will know you're nothing more than a broke freeloader. Think about your uncle's reputation!" Finley's expression darkened further as Andrew casually said, "So, Mr. Moore, why not save face and swipe that card? Or perhaps consider applying for a loan?" At the mention of Hidden Dragons' reputation, the faces of the other gang members grew serious. They could tolerate embarrassment, but their leader's reputation? That was sacred. "Mr. Moore, just pay something. It's not worth the fallout." "Yeah, if word gets out that Hidden Dragons can't even cover
Finley crossed his arms, sneering. "Sorry, Andrew, but if you want more, tough luck! We're out of cash. If you're that desperate, go rob a bank." He was not broke, but he had limits. He would not be bullied into emptying his wallet just for this. Andrew raised an eyebrow and replied calmly, "Mr. Moore, don't push me." Finley snapped, "Push you? You're the one pushing me!" He was in disbelief at how shameless Andrew was. Andrew simply smiled. "No worries. You can pay by card, or maybe Venmo or PayPal?" Finley's temper exploded. "Andrew, don't test me! You've got some nerve." Ignoring his outburst, Andrew continued casually, "And if you're low on funds, no problem! You can always take out a quick loan. I'll wait." Finley's hands trembled in fury, his eyes blazing red with barely restrained rage. He had never been so publicly humiliated. Meanwhile, his Hidden Dragons crew watched in stunned disbelief. "Damn… Mr. Moore wasn't exaggerating," one muttered. "This Andrew guy