Dean had hoped for a quiet life after joining Madblade Martial Academy. Instead, Andrew had shown up, stomped all over their pride, and forced them to pay back every cent without daring to make a sound. Dean had long resolved to follow three golden rules when it came to Andrew: not to provoke him, not to act recklessly, and not to resist. Yet, fate was cruel. Not only had he crossed paths with Andrew again, but Hugh had also managed to offend him and even expected Dean to clean up the mess. Dean's patience snapped, and for a brief moment, he genuinely considered killing Hugh to put an end to this nightmare. Hugh lay on the floor, beaten to a bloody pulp and sobbing uncontrollably, his face a mixture of tears and snot. "Mr. Mayer, I called you here to help me deal with them, not to beat me up! Why are you hitting me? Get rid of those two scumbags already!" Dean exploded. "Shut your damn mouth, you idiot!" He punctuated his fury with a vicious kick to Hugh's stomach, making
Andrew said casually, "No need to be so cruel. Just do what I mentioned earlier." Dean was taken aback. "Mr. Lloyd, what exactly did you mean before?" Andrew gestured toward the restaurant's kitchen and replied nonchalantly, "Make him eat the kitchen slop bucket because his mouth is too filthy and disgusting. Some trash might help clean it out." Beads of cold sweat immediately formed on Dean's forehead as he looked at Hugh with pity and sympathy. This idiot must have said something truly offensive to Andrew, and karma was catching up to him. Dean had never tasted garbage before, but he could imagine it would not be pleasant. After all, that stuff was not meant for humans, and he knew Hugh would probably be scarred for life after this. "What are you standing there for? Didn't you hear Mr. Lloyd's orders? Eat the kitchen slop bucket," Dean barked at Hugh while silently mourning for him. Hugh thrashed wildly and screamed, "No! I won't eat it! I can't eat that—it's not edible a
After a long silence, Rodney finally growled through gritted teeth, "Just forget about it. Don't bother with him anymore. Let Andrew deal with him however he wants—might as well let him kill that troublemaking idiot! That cursed fool brings nothing but disaster! Of all the people he could provoke, why did he have to mess with Andrew?" Dean said, "I didn't intervene, but Mr. Lloyd ordered him to eat the kitchen slop." Rodney quickly responded, "Good, good, that's perfect! Make sure he eats until Andrew is satisfied. Do you hear me? If there isn't enough trash, get people to buy more from other places—I'll cover the costs!" Dean chuckled. "Don't worry, Mr. Sanford. I'll make sure he's well-fed." … "Dr. Lloyd, do you think Hugh can actually swallow that kitchen slop?" Lauren asked playfully. Her eyes glimmered with amusement, as their shopping trip had turned out to be more entertaining than expected. Andrew placed their shopping bags in the back of his G-Wagon and said with
Andrew exclaimed in surprise, "Lauren, I didn't realize you had that in you!" Lauren smiled sweetly. "Of course! I'm not just a pretty face. Remember, I was the one who chased Michael around with a knife, threatening his manhood!" Andrew could imagine Michael's miserable situation back when Lauren was at the height of her influence at Rhodes Corporation. That man was probably living in constant fear of losing everything at any moment. "I hadn't expected Ruby to be out of prison already. Someone must have pulled some strings," Lauren said thoughtfully. "It seems Ruby might be targeting Rhodes Corporation again," Andrew replied. Lauren smirked. "Let's head home. No matter how well she plans, it won't work. I just hope Troy doesn't do anything stupid." After dropping Lauren off, Andrew drove straight to his villa at the top of Moonlit Sanctuary. He had spent two days establishing himself at Rhodes Corporation, and it was time to focus on his own priorities. In the privacy of
"If I wasn't here, were you planning to spend your nights out with Andrew instead of coming home?" Tiana's voice grew sharper with every word, each sentence harsher than the last. Lauren looked at her calmly and asked, "What are you trying to say?" "I want you to show some restraint," Tiana snapped. "Remember, you're the heiress of Rhodes Corporation, not some wild party girl with no self-respect." Lauren let out a cold laugh and said dismissively, "Everything I do appears wrong in your eyes. You even want to control who I date, but what I can't tolerate is—what makes you think being with Andrew means I have no self-respect?" Tiana sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do you think I'm blind? You're out there shopping, holding hands, whispering sweet nothings to each other in public—I know about your every move." Lauren's voice dropped, laced with accusation. "So, you let me go out, but then you spy on me?" "I'm not spying—I'm preventing you from doing something you'll
Faced with Tiana's fierce demeanor, Lauren responded in disbelief, "Are you really going to deny everything Andrew has done? How can you be so self-deceptive and blind?" Tiana's tone calmed, but her disdain was evident. "I'm not denying it. I'm just looking at the bigger picture from a wiser perspective. This boy is all show and no substance—everything he's shown you is borrowed from Marvin's influence and power." She continued, "His money comes from Marvin, his influence stems from being tied to Jayrodale's wealthiest man, and even his life has been protected by Marvin. Otherwise, with the enemies he's made, he wouldn't have survived this long." Tiana's relentless questioning completely dismissed all of Andrew's contributions to Rhodes Corporation. Lauren, enraged, responded, "You can criticize me all you want, but what Andrew has done for me and the company are undeniable facts. I absolutely won't let you insult him or someone who's devoted himself to helping me." Lauren, w
"Marvin and Andrew are probably father and son," Lauren said hesitantly. Tiana scoffed, her tone dripping with disdain. "You're overthinking it. When Marvin escaped from Chetvine, no one even knew the scale of the forces he had crossed. But one thing's certain—he was already in his 50s and gravely injured. Do you really think a man in that condition could father a child?" She continued, "And Andrew is 26, isn't he? There's no way he's Marvin's son. He's just a smoke screen—a decoy Marvin set up to confuse his enemies, or worse, a pawn to execute Marvin's schemes." Tiana paused, her gaze growing colder and more penetrating. "Now, do you finally understand the lengths I've gone to for your sake? I'm not just doing this for you—I'm doing it for the entire Rhodes family. Marvin's criminal past will catch up with him sooner or later." She added, "The forces he angered are unimaginably powerful, far beyond anything you or I can comprehend, and certainly beyond what the Rhodes family
The Rhodes residence was massive. After leaving Lauren's bedroom, Tiana made her way through various corridors to another wing of the mansion. "Mrs. Rhodes!" Jerry greeted respectfully in the dimly lit hallway. Tiana's expression was indifferent as she asked, "Jerry, is there something you need?" Jerry hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Mrs. Rhodes, there's something I want to say, but I'm not sure if I should." Tiana raised a brow and stated coldly, "If you're here to tell me to stop meddling in Lauren's matters, then save your breath." Jerry carefully chose his words, lowering his voice. "Mrs. Rhodes, I wouldn't dare interfere in Ms. Rhodes' affairs, especially since this involves the family's leadership decisions and Mr. Rhodes' intentions. I wanted to discuss something else—about Andrew." "Oh? What about that boy?" Tiana asked, slightly surprised. "Mrs. Rhodes, he's no ordinary person," Jerry said gravely. "In my opinion, Mr. Rhodes' relationship with him might
"No, that's not my kink." Chantelle's voice was sharp as she glared at him with clenched teeth. "I just figured that if you were stupid enough to try something on me, I'd finally have a reason to end you myself." Andrew raised a brow, still amused. "Can I ask… have you ever actually dated anyone before?" Her tone went cold. "Once. It didn't last." "Only once?" Andrew said, surprised. "Sounds like the guy couldn't keep up." Chantelle gave a humorless laugh. "He couldn't. Before we got together, I made the rules clear—no touching without permission. But that jerk was even worse than you. "The moment we were official, he tried to grab my chest and whispered disgusting things. So I broke both his arms, shattered his legs, and dumped him into the water." Andrew winced. "So… you killed the guy?" She scoffed. "I wanted to. Unfortunately, he got lucky. Some fishing boat pulled him out of the water before he drowned." Andrew shook his head. "Still can't figure out how Mr. McCormi
"Not many people have legs that can rival yours," Andrew admitted, gaze trailing down. "But as it happens, I know one. Lauren Rhodes—the Rhodes family's eldest daughter. Her legs are… something else." Chantelle narrowed her eyes. "I've heard of her. But you're talking like you've seen them for yourself." Andrew smirked. "Oh, I haven't just seen them. I've felt them." Their back-and-forth continued as Chantelle's layers disappeared one by one until she stood in only her undergarments. She took a deep breath, wanting desperately to disappear. After all, it was the final layer, and her private parts would be exposed. Andrew's voice cut in, calm as ever. "If I may suggest… start with the top." Chantelle glared. "Why?" He replied evenly, "Because if I'm not impressed, I might not ask for anything more." Surprisingly, that made some kind of warped sense. If this shameless man found her average, maybe—just maybe—she would not have to bare it all. Chantelle took a breath, bit
Just the word 'strip' was enough to make Chantelle's face instantly flush a deep red. She never imagined that one day, she would be forced to strip in front of a man, especially one she had always looked down on and dismissed without a second thought. She noticed Andrew adjusting a phone on a stand nearby, and a sudden wave of dread washed over her. "What are you doing? Don't tell me you're planning to record this," she said, her voice sharp with suspicion. Andrew nodded with satisfaction, checking the perfect angle on his phone. "Of course. A beautiful moment like this deserves to be captured. This way, I can replay it whenever I feel nostalgic." Chantelle's eyes flared with anger and embarrassment. "You're lucky I'm even letting you look. Recording it? Forget it." Andrew shrugged casually. "I knew you'd say that. That's why the setup's just for show. Now… your performance, if you would." He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, expression smug. Chantelle's fingers tr
"Dr. Lake, if you want to add more, go ahead," Richard replied coldly over the phone. "Money talks—and the more you offer, the faster that punk dies." … "Andrew, going up against Mosby brings you nothing but trouble," Chantelle said with a frown as they drove. Andrew's tone turned sharp. "He's the one who keeps provoking me—I didn't ask for this." Chantelle shook her head. "Even so, you should've handled it with more discretion. Mosby's been in Blumedale for years. His connections, his influence—you can't just sweep that aside. "Even if you want to challenge his reputation in the medical field, it doesn't have to happen overnight." Andrew scoffed. "Mosby? A respected authority? Let me be blunt, Ms. Garcia—you won't believe me, but to me, Mosby's just another loudmouthed nobody." Chantelle blinked, then let out a laugh, though it was laced with anger. "You're right. I don't believe you." Sure, Andrew had performed brilliantly today by saving George, and it was indeed an i
"Andrew, do you even realize you're playing with fire right now?" Chantelle, just about to start the car, froze and turned to him with furious eyes. Andrew raised a brow with a smirk. "What's wrong? Is the great Ms. Garcia—the darling of Mr. McCormick—planning to go back on her word now?" Chantelle stiffened, her face darkened, clearly ready to argue back. Before she could, a crowd had already gathered around the vehicle. "Dr. Lloyd, please wait—we have some medical puzzles we'd love your insight on!" Someone said, "Your skills today were extraordinary, Dr. Lloyd. I'd be honored to call myself your student!" "Who would've thought that someone like you would appear in Blumedale? One day, Dr. Lloyd, you'll be leading all of Gabo Creek Province's medical field!" Even Andrew had not expected this wave of praise. These elite doctors had specifically come to celebrate his success, and he was rather amused. "Please, everyone, make way. My medical skills really aren't anything sp
"So I had to take a different approach to get the medicine into his system," Andrew said calmly. As he spoke, he picked up the large bowl of herbal decoction Chantelle had prepared and placed it over the flame. The concoction soon began to boil, releasing a rich herbal aroma as steam filled the room. The medicated vapor slowly rose and enveloped George's entire body. Mosby scoffed. "And here I thought it was some groundbreaking technique—turns out it's just herbal steaming! Even I can do that." Everyone could tell he was just trying to stay relevant. Normally, his usual entourage of bootlickers would have chimed in with praise. But this time, no one said a word. Mosby turned to look behind him, only to see that the doctors who once flocked around him were now focused entirely on Andrew, their expressions full of admiration. They had already dismissed Mosby completely as if he were no longer in the room. "You'll need to do this treatment once every three days," Andrew instruc
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