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,
Brad said doubtfully, "From what I know, Marcus is a loyal veteran at Rhodes Corporation. Will he really do as you ask?" Harvey sneered. "Of course, he wouldn't normally cooperate, but he has no choice with his precious daughter in my hands. Blood is thicker than water, after all." "Y-You kidnapped Marcus' daughter?" Brad gasped in shock. Harvey snapped, "Why are you panicking? The end justifies the means. I'll do whatever it takes to crush Rhodes Corporation's pharmaceutical division. Besides, I hired underground thugs to do the kidnapping—even if it gets exposed, it can't be traced back to the Weller family." Just then, Harvey's phone rang. After answering it, he cursed, "Those bloodsucking quality control inspectors, damn them! All they do is snoop around." He stood up and headed for the door, adding, "I'm coming right over. Make sure you treat those animals well—give them whatever they want!" Before leaving, Harvey turned back to Brad and said, "I'll send you Marcus' nu
Serena giggled and said, "Like him? Not exactly. But men are always better when they're young—more energy, better in bed, and they actually know how to please a woman." She continued with a sneer, "Besides, Harvey's not just young; he's the head of the family. He can give me everything I want. But you? You're useless in bed and can't afford to buy me anything. What do I need you for?" Brad was humiliated beyond words. He glared at her with a searing hatred in his eyes and spat, "You'll regret this, you shameless woman! Both you and Harvey deserve to be struck by lightning!" With his face twisted in rage, Brad stormed out of the Weller residence, his heart filled with bitterness. Serena scoffed as she watched him leave. "Old fool! He can't even last for even a few extra seconds, and he still thinks I need him. How pathetic!" … Meanwhile, four grueling hours had passed, and the two major underground forces of Jayrodale were still combing the city for Lucy. At Rhodes Corpo
Andrew stopped Marcus from kneeling and said, "I helped you because you're my friend. This kind of gesture would change that relationship." Lauren chimed in with a smile. "Mr. Chapman, please get up. You're almost 20 years older than Dr. Lloyd—it wouldn't be right!" Marcus stood up awkwardly and said, "You're right, Ms. Rhodes. I apologize for being too impulsive." The three of them immediately headed to the Jayrodale Police Department in Andrew's G-Wagon. When Donald heard of Andrew's arrival, he hurried his heavy frame to greet them. He asked, "Mr. Lloyd, what brings you here today?" "Just wanted to thank you for your hospitality last time, Mr. Warren," Andrew replied with a grin. Donald was skeptical—someone as powerful as Andrew, who controlled half of Jayrodale, would not come just to thank a mere police commissioner. After a few minutes, the West End team arrived with four bound suspects wearing black hoods, who were pulled from a van. Andrew turned to Donald, as
"Cooperate, and things will go smoothly. If not, there will be consequences," Donald warned. One of the fugitives, with a dark mole at the corner of his mouth, sneered. "Are you trying to scare us, Mr. Warren? The police department has no right to interrogate us." The bald fugitive with the scorpion tattoo laughed coldly. "If it weren't for Dylan and Natasha searching everywhere, you useless cops wouldn't have caught us!" Donald shouted, "Watch your mouth, you little punk! Want me to crack that skull of yours?" The bald man smirked. "Empty threats won't work on us, Mr. Warren. If you've got the guts, do it—don't just sit there talking." Donald turned to Andrew furiously and asked, "Mr. Lloyd, do you mind if I teach them a lesson? I could use a little warm-up." "Are you sure that's wise in the interrogation room?" Andrew raised an eyebrow. Donald grinned menacingly. "Mr. Lloyd, you're the only person I'd ever tiptoe around. But anyone else who sets foot in my territory lea
Marcus hesitated. "Mr. Lloyd, Harvey isn't an ordinary man. He's in charge of the entire Weller family now, and going after him won't be easy!" Andrew smiled. "Let's head back to the company for now. We'll find out soon enough if it's really hard to deal with him." Donald chuckled. "Mr. Lloyd, allow me to escort you." Andrew waved him off. "No need, Mr. Warren. These fugitives are tied to serious cases—go claim your credit instead." Donald rubbed his hands together and grinned sheepishly. "Well, I feel bad about it! Next time you catch anyone like this, please send them my way. I'll owe you big time!" Andrew glanced at him but said nothing, heading back to Rhodes Corporation with the others. Donald stood there, looking puzzled, unsure if Andrew had agreed or not. After mulling it over, Donald slapped his forehead. He muttered, "I'm such an idiot! A man like Mr. Lloyd wouldn't just help me score points for no reason. I need to show my sincerity next time. Damn it, from now o
Marcus said grimly. "He called me earlier and gave me a heavy warning. He threatened that if I tried anything foolish, the Weller family wouldn't spare me or Lucy." Andrew's gaze turned icy. "It doesn't matter who shows up as long as they're part of the Weller family. Harvey's ruthless enough to use his own uncle as a pawn—he's truly despicable." Without further hesitation, Marcus pulled out his phone and dialed a number. It's me, Marcus. I've got the formula. When are you going to release Lucy?" On the other end of the line, Brad chuckled darkly. "Marcus, you've been awfully quick about this, haven't you? Don't worry. Hand over the formula and your precious daughter will be returned to you safe and sound." Marcus demanded, "Why should I trust the Weller family? What if I give you the formula, and you don't bring her back?" Brad snorted coldly. "Do you even have a choice, Marcus? Unless you want Lucy gone for good, you should cooperate." Grinding his teeth, Marcus replied,
Logan was stunned. He rushed forward in shock. "Father, you're awake?" George forced a small smile. "Not only am I awake, but I've never felt this clear-headed before. It even feels like my martial cultivation just had a breakthrough!" The crowd of expert doctors, including Chantelle and Mosby, was frozen in place, completely dumbfounded. No one could utter a single word, as they were too stunned to react. Andrew gestured for Logan to help George onto the couch, smiling as he said, "Mr. Keller Senior, the energy corruption has already been cleared from your system. Now you'll just need some medication to aid your recovery, and your body should return to normal. "However, your vitality and spiritual energy were badly depleted—it'll take a few months to fully recover." George looked at Andrew with genuine admiration. He asked Logan to help him sit up, then turned solemnly and said, "I'm already grateful just to be alive. But to come out of this without losing an ounce of my life
Mosby explained, "But undoubtedly, his mind must be utterly exhausted and his spirit completely drained! Whether or not he wakes up will be the real challenge. If he doesn't regain consciousness, he'll become nothing more than a hollow shell." As he spoke, he cast a deliberately sinister glance at Andrew. If George remained in a vegetative state, then Andrew would not just be blamed—he would probably be executed on the spot by the Keller family. Yet right then, Logan turned to Andrew with genuine sincerity and said, "Andrew, all of us in the Keller family saw what you did for my father. Don't worry—even if he doesn't wake up, you'll still be honored as a benefactor of our family." Mosby could not believe what he was hearing. "Mr. Keller, how can you say that? If Mr. Keller Senior doesn't wake up, Andrew should be held accountable for a grievous crime!" Logan, however, had already seen through Mosby's jealousy and hostility toward Andrew. He responded calmly, "Mr. Lake, this is
Andrew ignored all the shouting around him without batting an eye. Once everything he requested had been brought in, he began the treatment without delay. "Mr. Keller Senior, brace yourself for some pain," he warned calmly. With that, he slowly inserted golden needles into the top of George's head. Chantelle's voice turned serious. "Andrew, the head is the most delicate part of the human body. It's where the nerves are most complex—what you're doing could have serious consequences." Andrew replied evenly, "Mr. Keller Senior's condition stems from a mental collapse, and the mind resides in the thoughts—the thoughts in the brain. So, treatment has to start there." As he explained, his hands moved with precision. Soon, the crown of George's head, right in GV20, was covered in golden needles. Then, he pressed two acupoints on George's chest with careful control. A flicker of relief finally appeared on George's agonized face. Logan asked cautiously, "Andrew, why did you target
Mosby said, "I already drained most of the old man's strength with Ms. Garcia! And now you're just waiting on the sidelines to swoop in when it's safe. Don't you think that's rather shameless?" Andrew said flatly, "Judging others by your own petty standards—that's exactly the kind of person you are, Dr. Lake. If you're so upset about it, how about I release Mr. Keller Senior and let you try your luck? Let's see how easy that 'swooping in' really is." Mosby's expression instantly changed. He fell silent, visibly shaken by the idea. He still remembered almost getting killed by George just moments ago, and there was no way he wanted to flirt with death again. Andrew sneered, "Coward." Mosby snapped, "You insolent brat! How dare you insult me?!" Andrew could not be bothered to respond. He had no personal vendetta against the man, but after being provoked repeatedly, he was not going to sit there and take it either. "Logan, get Mr. Keller Senior into the room. I'm ready to begin
Logan shouted, his voice cracking, "Dr. Lake, get out of the way!" Mosby forced himself to stay conscious, pried his eyes open, and immediately saw death rushing at him. He screamed, "Mr. Keller Senior, please—spare me!" However, George had already charged in, eyes blood-red, and a brutal hand chop was aimed straight for Mosby's skull. If that blow landed, the so-called legend of Blumedale would die right here, with his head cracked open. Chantelle gritted her teeth and moved in without hesitation. Her long leg, clad in sleek, tailored slacks, swept out in a horizontal arc. George stumbled back two steps, let out a low, guttural growl, and immediately lunged at her instead. Logan shouted from the side, trying to talk his father down, yet it was useless. George had fully descended into a killing trance. "Dr. Lake, get clear!" Chantelle barked as she spun forward. Her pale, graceful hand landed squarely on George's shoulder, and with a sharp twist, she executed a perfect shoul
Logan instinctively stepped forward, panicked, ready to intervene. However, Andrew stopped him. "No rush. Mr. Keller Senior needs to burn off some of that energy first. That way, it'll be easier for me to treat him afterward." Logan's voice trembled. "Dr. Lloyd, my father is not going to get hurt, right?" Andrew smirked. "Relax. Mr. Keller Senior will be fine. If anyone's in danger, it's probably Dr. Lake." Mosby and George had already gone head-to-head in combat. However, George looked completely possessed, growling like a wild beast, clearly stripped of rationality. His physical strength was nothing short of monstrous. Every vase, table, and piece of furniture in the room that stood in his way was shattered to dust under his fists. He held nothing back. Chantelle's eyes widened. "That strength… Has Mr. Keller Senior reached martial king level?" Logan sighed, conflicted. "That was originally a tightly guarded secret of the Keller family. No outsiders were supposed to know.
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