"Well, Mr. Ramsey, now do you believe what I told you earlier wasn't a lie?" Andrew asked with an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head. Ernest wanted to kill him—here he was at death's door, and this kid was making small talk. However, his body had no strength left as the blood loss had nearly drained him completely. Ernest wheezed, "I was blind before, unable to see your true capabilities. I'm thoroughly convinced now, so please, Andrew, show some compassion and save me!" Andrew nodded reluctantly. "Fine. Since you've recognized your mistakes, I'll help you." Ernest's eyes lit up with joy as hope returned, but Andrew suddenly slapped his forehead. "No, wait—I still can't save you." The light in Ernest's eyes immediately died out. His heart was screaming, but all he could manage was a weak cry: "W-Why?" If he had the strength, he would have strangled this kid who kept toying with him between life and death. Andrew said with feigned concern, "Well, Mr. Ramsey, you haven't ag
Despite his bruised and swollen face, Ernest was beaming with joy as he felt his body recovering. After checking himself thoroughly to confirm he was really okay, he burst into laughter. "I'm alive! I actually made it!" The bodyguards looked at him in disbelief before turning to Andrew. They could not comprehend how a few kicks could save someone's life—was this guy some kind of miracle worker? Andrew explained clinically, "Mr. Ramsey's main problem was blocked pressure points causing blood congestion. My kicks cleared those blockages and restored proper circulation, which naturally resolved the issue." "But Andrew, why do I feel so weak even though the pain is gone?" Ernest asked groggily, holding his head. "I feel like I'm about to pass out." Andrew smiled knowingly. "That's normal. Most people would have died from losing that much blood. You survived only because of your strong constitution and all those supplements you take." Ernest's face turned pale. "Are you saying
"Actually, things aren't as bad as you think, Mr. Ramsey," Andrew explained casually. "You can return to Canraville and rest quietly for a few years—with proper restraint and the right supplements, your body will recover." Ernest immediately perked up at this suggestion. "Yes, yes, you're right! I may be weak now, but it's temporary. I just need some time to recuperate." "However, Mr. Ramsey, there's one crucial rule," Andrew warned. "You must absolutely avoid any intimate relations with women." Ernest's face fell dramatically as though he had just received news of a death in the family. He could handle giving up fine food and drinks, but this restriction was one he just couldn't bear. Andrew added gravely, "Don't take this lightly, Mr. Ramsey. In your condition, any intimate activity will instantly drain what little life force you've managed to rebuild. When that happens, you'll become nothing but an empty shell—not even the world's best doctor could save you then." Ernest's
Natasha glanced at him and turned away, her voice filled with frustration as she said, "I used to be obsessed with power and martial arts, always wanting to be above others. But now, I don't care about any of that anymore—if you just say the word, I'd give up my position as the head of West End right away to serve you." Andrew was stunned. "What did you just say?" "I said I'd give up everything just to be with you," Natasha replied irritably. Andrew's heart skipped a beat as he realized the widow had developed feelings for him. As he wondered if he really had to sleep with Natasha, anger washed over him. Just then, the pouting Natasha burst into laughter and looked at him triumphantly. "You fool, couldn't you tell I was just messing with you?" "You think this is funny?" Andrew asked, slightly annoyed. Natasha stood tall and challenged him, "It is funny… Unless you're man enough to take control of the situation." "Your provocations won't work on me," Andrew said with a smi
Seeing that everything was settled, and Natasha had no objections, Andrew asked, "Is there anything else? If not, I need to head back." Natasha replied seriously, "Oh, darling, there's one more thing. Although Atlas' Northern District has fallen apart, several of his top fighters have gathered over 100 followers and are starting to gain influence again." "When it comes to eliminating threats completely, you and Dylan are more skilled than I am," Andrew replied calmly. "From now on, you don't need my approval for these matters—just discuss it between yourselves." Natasha flashed a seductive smile. "Perfect, that's exactly what I wanted to hear." Andrew shook his head, thinking how Natasha truly lived up to her Black Widow nickname. With him, she was charming and submissive, even offering to warm his bed, but as a crime lord, she definitely had blood on her hands. It was necessary though. How else could a beautiful widow establish her position and protect her West End territory
A man in a suit and glasses stepped forward with a sneer. "Let me tell you just how impressive Mr. Rhodes is—he has complete control over Rhodes Corporation now, and he's as powerful as any other head of the prominent family in Jayrodale." Another executive rushed forward to brown-nose Michael, looking down at Andrew with contempt. "Young man, in this business, ignorance is a sin. The fact that you don't know how powerful Mr. Rhodes is just proves you're a small fry who can't see beyond your own limited view—you're less than an insect in his eyes." Marcus, who had been standing quietly in the back, stepped forward to mediate. "Sir, it's time for the noon meeting, and Ms. Rhodes is here today. Perhaps we should head up." Michael scoffed. "Ah, right, I forgot Lauren was coming to the company today. Fine, let's meet her, but remember what I said earlier—choose your sides carefully. I don't want my blade catching any foolish bystanders in the crossfire." After that, Michael swept h
Michael adjusted his designer suit with an air of superiority. He said, "Andrew, I'm done playing games with a nobody like you. Watch yourself—if you're foolish enough to side with Lauren, I might have to eliminate you along with her." With a contemptuous smirk, Michael led his group of executives through the corporate entrance. Marcus, who was the last to leave, looked at Andrew with a sympathetic smile. "Didn't I tell you to stop coming to see Ms. Rhodes? You not only showed up openly but also challenged our CEO—aren't you just digging your own grave?" He was particularly concerned about Andrew's bold declaration to take Michael's position. Marcus felt that Andrew was still naive about how the real world worked. With Michael's current position, all it would take was a nod of his head for his lackeys to destroy this young deputy chief's life. "Thanks for trying to help back there, Mr. Chapman," Andrew said with a smile. Marcus waved his hand dismissively. "I did what I co
"Very well," Eunice replied. Even so, she felt Lauren's decision lacked foresight. The entire Rhodes Corporation's upper management disapproved of her relationship with Andrew, and Michael especially despised him—bringing him to the company under this double pressure would only invite trouble. Andrew clearly sensed Eunice's aversion to him but chose not to comment on it. He asked, "Ms. Rhodes, now that you're back working at the company, is there anything I can help with?" Lauren playfully chewed on her pen cap and replied flirtatiously, "I couldn't bear to have you do anything strenuous, Dr. Lloyd. Just be my personal assistant here in the office." Andrew deliberately ignored her teasing, thinking this temptress really was not afraid he might lose control and take advantage of the situation. Lauren quickly switched back to her professional demeanor. Then, she said decisively, "Let's do this—I'll hire you as my driver for now. In a few days, I'll arrange a management position
The moment Quinton said that, several people in the room erupted in outrage. Dominic, the head of the Goth family, slammed his hand on the table and declared, "Mr. Wright, you're an honored guest from Blumedale, bringing billions to help revitalize Jayrodale! "We're beyond grateful you'd even consider investing here, and yet someone actually had the nerve to offend you? Mr. Wright, if you just say the word, the Goth family will be the first to deal with whoever that bastard is!" Harvey was not about to fall behind and quickly chimed in, "Mr. Wright, you're our meal ticket—our livelihood depends on you. Who the hell was blind enough to cross you? The Weller family would walk through fire for you, no hesitation!" Everyone else immediately jumped in, each one eager to win Quinton's favor. "Mr. Wright, just tell us—who was it? Which family or which group pissed you off? Whoever it was, we'll drag them out and make them get on their knees in front of you and beg for forgiveness!"
Rodney let out a cold snort and said nothing more. Plenty of people around could not help but be shocked—Quinton was really something else. After all, Rodney was usually wild and arrogant, never caring about anyone, but Quinton shut him right down with just a few words. Now, that was what you called true dominance. Christina leaned toward Quinton and whispered gratefully, "Thank you, Mr. Wright, for stepping in." Quinton flashed a charming smile and replied, "It's nothing. Since you've already decided to join me for the development project in Blumedale, you'll be under my care from now on. Naturally, I have to keep you well protected." His words were laced with an obvious flirtation, like a possessive man doting on his favorite girl. Christina did not say anything, but Quinton was secretly feeling very pleased with himself. He believed a true master never showed all his cards and had no doubt he would win Christina over eventually. There was no rush—when the time came,
The massive conference room was buzzing with activity. Quinton sat back with one leg crossed over the other, his polished branded loafers casually propped up on the large round table. He looked completely at ease, though it was clear he was putting on a show. People continued arriving for his so-called roundtable meeting, including some of the most influential figures in Jayrodale. Among them were Natasha, Dylan, and Harvey—the head of the Weller family—as well as representatives from Madblade Martial Academy and the Goth family. Shawn, ever the suckup, leaned forward with a flattering grin. "Mr. Wright, your influence is truly unmatched. Look around—everyone who holds real power in Jayrodale, from the high society elites to the underground forces, has shown up just for you!" Quinton did not respond, but the smirk on his lips grew even more noticeable. Sitting beside him, apart from Shawn, was another notable figure—Christina. She had not spoken a word, but internally, she wa
"I've always handed over my paycheck. I'm used to it," Nyla murmured. Andrew gave Francesca a small smile. "Fran, let's drop it for now. This is between Nyla and her stepmother—we shouldn't interfere too much." Camilla smirked. "At least Dr. Lloyd knows how to behave. Well then, I'll be heading out." She stood up and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, ordered, "Nyla, help me to the car." Then, in a warning tone, she added, "I'll be back this time next month, so don't even think about hiding your paycheck. If you don't have the full amount ready, don't bother trying to step foot in the Goth family's house." Nyla quickly nodded. "I understand, Madam. Don't worry—I'll give you everything." Camilla nodded in satisfaction, putting on a fake, affectionate smile. "That's a good girl. At least my efforts in raising you haven't been in vain. You know how busy your father is, and I'm the only one managing the household. Even in my rare moments of rest, I still have t
A flicker of resistance flashed across Nyla's face, but it quickly faded. She obediently handed over her freshly earned paycheck to Camilla, who grinned as she began counting. Once she finished, her eyes lit up with delight. "100 grand? Nyla, does Moonlit Apothecary really pay you this much?" Nyla lowered her voice. "Dr. Lloyd gave it to me. He's a really kind person… he takes good care of me." Camilla turned to Andrew, eyeing him with uncertainty. Before stepping inside, she had spoken poorly of Moonlit Apothecary, though it had only been out of jealousy. In reality, Moonlit Apothecary was one of the most well-known establishments in Jayrodale, with a miracle doctor treating patients. Wealthy and powerful families flocked here in droves. Camilla's expression quickly shifted as she put on a flattering smile. "You must be the owner of Moonlit Apothecary. Nyla works under you, so feel free to use her however you see fit—hard labor, long hours, whatever." She chuckled, her voi
Irene spat, "With Mr. Wright backing our Christie, she's going to be way more powerful than you! She'll crush you under her feet—just wait and see!" With that, the three members of the Stevens family scurried away, tails between their legs. Francesca, still fuming, crossed her arms. "What is wrong with these people? Christina is getting more twisted by the day! That Quinton guy is ambitious as hell. The moment he set foot in Jayrodale, he tried to snatch the Titan Essence Pill and the Vitality Pill by force! "And yet, Christina actually trusts him? Quinton is going to be even worse than Harvey—he'll devour her whole!" Andrew shrugged. "That's her problem, not mine. You can't wake someone up if they're determined to keep pretending they're in a dream." Francesca's eyes flickered with thought. "Andrew, Quinton isn't just some random guy. Maybe you should at least try to warn Christina, considering… you two had that kind of history?" Andrew shook his head. "It's pointless tryi
Andrew let out a cold chuckle. "Come back? You don't mean the Stevens family, do you?" Christina lifted her chin. "That's right. As long as you come back and help me build my career to the top, I'll be with you!" Andrew waved a hand like he was shooing away a fly. "Christina, have you had too much to drink? Go home and sleep it off. Help you reach the top, and in return, you'll be with me? Let me ask you one thing—do I even care?" He scoffed outright. Even now, Christina was still living in a world where everything revolved around her. This woman was beyond hopeless. "Andrew, you might not care, but plenty of people do! Quinton Wright from Blumedale has already extended an invitation to me. He wants Stevens Corporation to expand there, and his Wright family is willing to fully support us!" Christina's tone carried an unmistakable air of superiority. "But I haven't agreed yet. And the reason is—I wanted to give you one last chance. As long as you say yes, not only will I be
Leroy's jealousy burned even hotter as he glared at Andrew. "Andrew, look at you now! Not only are you getting girls left and right, but your business is booming too! Moonlit Apothecary is making you a fortune every month. If you count the profits, you could buy a brand-new G-Wagon monthly, huh?" Andrew smirked. "So what? What does that have to do with you?" Leroy fumed. "Of course, it has something to do with me! Andrew, you and Christie were meant to be together! Our family came here today to ask—when are you marrying her?" Andrew frowned. "Leroy, have you lost your damn mind?" Marriage? He had to give it to the Stevens family—they were shameless beyond belief. Irene forced a smile and said, "Andrew, we came here with sincerity. We truly want to make peace with you! You and Christie can still get back together—most of what happened was just a misunderstanding!" Before Andrew could even respond, Francesca had already stepped in. She stomped up front and glared at the Steve
Leroy's eyes burned with jealousy, and he shamelessly said, "Andrew, I'm not a doctor, but I could work here as a male nurse. You could pay me 100 grand a month too, right?" Irene quickly chimed in, laughing awkwardly. "Andrew, you know I'm getting older, and I've been scammed out of a lot of money over the years. I don't even have enough saved for retirement! How about you hire me to cook for the clinic? I won't ask for much—50 grand a month will do." The sight of the mother and son practically groveling made Francesca sick to her stomach. "Sorry, we're full," Andrew rejected them without hesitation. Leroy refused to give up. "Andrew, your business is booming, and this place is huge. There's no way you're at full capacity! Hire me, and I promise I'll work hard!" Andrew's tone remained indifferent. "We might hire more people in the future, but there's one requirement—no hiring lazy slackers with bad character." Leroy's face instantly turned red with anger. "Andrew, just say