Lauren exclaimed urgently, "Dr. Lloyd, you can't do this! Mr. Chapman is emotionally unstable—we should wait for the rescue team." She did not need to elaborate further, as Andrew already understood her meaning. She feared that if he tried to save Marcus and was not careful enough, Marcus might actually jump, and Andrew would have to bear that devastating consequence. Andrew smiled reassuringly and said, "Ms. Rhodes, trust me. I will bring Mr. Chapman back safely." "Andrew, are you trying to be the hero again? Are you looking for more trouble?" Eunice snapped angrily. "Do you understand what will happen if you fail to save Mr. Chapman?" "If I can't bring him back, I'll take full responsibility," Andrew replied coldly, which silenced everyone as they watched him slowly approach Marcus. Breaking out in a cold sweat, Eunice turned to Lauren and said, "Miss, how can you just stand there and let him act so recklessly? In this situation, whoever tries to save Mr. Chapman takes on t
Marcus gave a bitter smile as tears glistened in his eyes. He said, "Mr. Lloyd, you're a good man, and an even more open-minded one. Though we haven't known each other long, I truly admire and respect you!" He continued, "Unfortunately, even saints can't save everyone, and I'm just a poor soul trapped in quicksand with no way back!" Standing at the rooftop's edge for so long had taken its toll on Marcus' body and mind. He swayed more noticeably now, looking as if he might fall at any moment. A gasp rippled through the crowd behind him, and a few female employees started crying. Amidst the chaos, several angry voices cursed at Andrew, their words sharp and cutting. Andrew ignored all the distractions and focused solely on Marcus. He called out, "Mr. Chapman, I want to tell you something. You say even saints can't save everyone, but let me make one thing clear—if they can't, I can. If they can't bring someone back from despair, then I, Andrew Lloyd, will." Marcus blinked in con
The crowd watched in amazement as Andrew's arm swung like a pendulum, launching Marcus back onto the rooftop. Then, with seemingly effortless strength, Andrew pulled himself up and flipped back over the safety barrier. "Mr. Chapman is safe! Mr. Lloyd made it back up too!" The Rhodes Corporation employees on the rooftop erupted in joy and relief. Several medical staff quickly secured Marcus and carried him away while Lauren rushed to Andrew's side, circling him anxiously as she asked, "Dr. Lloyd, are you alright?" Andrew brushed off his suit and smiled, saying, "I'm fine!" Lauren threw her arms around him and said tearfully, "You scared me! When I saw you jump, I thought… well, if you were going to make such a dramatic gesture, it should have been for me!" Her comment broke the solemn atmosphere, causing the gathered employees to burst into laughter. "Mr. Lloyd, I have nothing but admiration for you!" one employee exclaimed. "You've shown us what true courage looks like. I
Andrew raised an eyebrow and said, "Well, anything less than a few million dollars would be an insult, don't you think, Mr. Rhodes?" "A few million? Andrew, has money made you lose your mind?" one of the executives beside Michael snapped angrily. Michael raised his hand to silence his subordinate and smiled, saying, "Lauren, Mr. Lloyd, I'll be going now—would you mind stepping aside?" Lauren did not budge an inch and asked coldly, "What were you doing when Mr. Chapman was about to jump?" Michael tilted his head thoughtfully and replied, "As the CEO, I'm extremely busy. I was working in my office, of course." "More like busy doing inappropriate things with your secretary. How disgusting!" Lauren mocked. Michael's face darkened as he snarled, "Lauren, watch your words. I'm the CEO—who are you, a mere subordinate, to question my actions? Besides, what proof do you have about these so-called inappropriate activities?" Andrew laughed and commented, "There's plenty of proof. Th
Andrew's face grew stern as he said, "If you can't handle this alone, you need to speak up instead of worrying about dragging me into it. Remember what I told you on the rooftop—you thought no one could help you, but I'm not just anyone." "Mr. Chapman, let Dr. Lloyd help you," Lauren urged. "I can personally guarantee that his capabilities go far beyond what you and I can imagine!" Marcus wavered at her words, glancing at Andrew uncertainly before asking, "Mr. Lloyd, you're not just the deputy chief of Jayrodale General Hospital, are you?" "Of course not," Andrew smiled. "To be frank, I now control the entire underground network of Jayrodale. Whether Lucy's situation involves old money families or other complications, I'm confident I can resolve it." "Mr. Lloyd, do you really mean that?" Marcus asked, his eyes wide with shock. Andrew chuckled. "Why would I lie about something like this?" Marcus studied Andrew intently, his mind racing as he processed this revelation. This m
"Searching blindly would be like looking for a needle in a haystack," Andrew remarked thoughtfully. Lauren snorted and said, "Let's go straight to the Weller residence and demand Lucy back. If Harvey refuses, we'll tear their whole empire down." Andrew chuckled wryly. "Ms. Rhodes, your approach is too aggressive. If we knew for certain Lucy was at the Weller residence, we could confront them directly. But as we heard, Harvey played it smart—Lucy isn't with the Weller family. She's with the masked man, so we need another approach." Lauren sighed, feeling frustrated. "But the Weller family is our only lead, and everything else is a dead end. What else can we do if we don't confront them?" Andrew turned to Marcus and asked, "Mr. Chapman, think carefully about that masked man—did you notice any distinguishing features?" Marcus racked his brain, trying to recall the incident. "He even disguised his voice, clearly being extremely careful not to reveal his identity. I studied him wh
Natasha laughed, saying, "Mr. Warren, we're just following orders. If you have a problem with that, you can take it up with our superior!" Donald snorted. "Who's your superior? Even if it's God himself, he can't let you run wild in my jurisdiction." Dylan replied calmly, "He's someone you should know, Mr. Warren—the one you arrested last time." Natasha added with an unrestrained laugh, "That's right. We're talking about And—I mean, Mr. Lloyd. Bye!" After hanging up, Donald wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his expression completely dumbfounded. He shivered and muttered, "So that's who's directing Dylan and Natasha—thank God I didn't interfere too much!" He decided then and there to stay out of it completely. After all, even Mark showed respect to Mr. Lloyd, and if Mark had not raised any concerns, then this definitely was not his business. Having found a convenient excuse, Donald relaxed with a chuckle. He wondered which poor soul had managed to anger someone as power
Harvey said smugly, "It's simple supply and demand—everyone wins. We're making money faster than my father ever did. Too bad he's not alive to see how I've made the Weller family more prosperous than ever!" Serena beamed as she walked over to Harvey's chair, settling down beside him. She purred, "Once you've built up the Weller family empire, don't forget my contribution." At that moment, Brad Weller, Harvey's uncle and a senior member of the family, walked into the living room. His face darkened immediately at the scene before him. "What do you think you're doing? Have some decency—you're bringing shame to the Weller family name!" Brad exclaimed angrily. Harvey and Serena barely reacted to his outburst. Harvey simply smiled and said, "Uncle Brad, don't act so shocked—this isn't the first time you've seen us together." Brad warned him, "Harvey, do you realize how disgraceful this behavior is? You're an educated man—how can you act so inappropriately?" Harvey replied coldly,
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