Irene thought Cedric might have some insight and eagerly asked, "Dr. Aicker, you can tell that the pill Dad took was a genuine medicinal pill, right?" She continued, "I knew it couldn't be fake since Harvey got them directly from Mistveil Peak. It's perfectly normal for Dad to faint. His body was just too weak for such powerful medicine!" Irene's analysis was met with a cold laugh from Cedric. He mocked, "You foolish woman, your ignorance knows no bounds. What he had was nothing more than a common supplement pill, yet you dare call it a medicinal pill? You're all too ignorant—I won't even waste my energy explaining!" Irene trembled from the repeated humiliation. If there had been a hole in the ground, she would have gladly crawled into it. Leroy stammered, "H-Harvey, looks like you were scammed. Even Dr. Aicker says the pill was fake!" Harvey silently cursed Irene for bringing this up. Even so, he maintained a composed front and said, "Well, Leroy's right. It seems someone wa
The Stevens family stared wide-eyed at Andrew when he said Cedric was not qualified to be his teacher. They could not believe what they had just heard. "Andrew, do you even understand what you're saying? Aren't you overestimating yourself?" "You idiot, you're throwing away a golden opportunity! You really are hopeless!" Irene and the others first hurled insults, then broke into gleeful smiles. They thought this fool deserved to remain a nobody if he could not recognize such an opportunity. Christina scolded, "Andrew, you'd better rephrase that. Dr. Aicker is a distinguished figure, and you should be honored he'd consider taking you as his apprentice!" Harvey chuckled. "Andrew must be so overwhelmed he can't think straight. After all, this kind of opportunity probably comes once in a lifetime for someone like him!" Stroking his beard, Cedric nodded with a smile. "I understand you're excited. I'll give you another chance—kneel and accept me as your master!" Andrew remained
Harvey smirked. "Andrew, I understand how you feel. You're upset because I plan to propose to Christie with that King of Diamonds. But you should know that in Jayrodale, I always get what I want. He added condescendingly, "Even if you're unhappy, there's nothing you can do about it. Why not hand it over nicely? I might even let you make a few hundred thousand on the deal and give you a chance to earn some real money!" Andrew found himself laughing at this. "I originally thought the King of Diamonds wasn't doing much good just sitting in my possession. I wouldn't have minded letting either of you have it. But now I've changed my mind. I can assure you that this diamond is completely off-limits to you." While he did not want to waste energy on such ignorant fools, he was no pushover. Since they were acting all high and mighty, Andrew figured it was time to put them in their place. Harvey's smile turned cold. "You're surprisingly confident! You clearly don't unde
Francesca fumed in embarrassment. "Andrew, you're such a jerk!" Andrew gave her a knowing smirk. "Am I wrong? Are you saying you don't want a man?" Francesca's face turned crimson as she snapped, "All men are disgusting! I hate them! How could you even suggest that?" Andrew just chuckled and gave her a sly look, making her face burn hotter. Francesca sneered. "Even if I want to find a man, I'd never go for a gold digger like you!" Andrew replied casually, "Good to know you're not interested because I wouldn't want you either." Francesca hissed, "Don't be so cocky! I'll make sure Lauren sees your true colors and kicks you to the curb!" Suddenly, an unmarked van came roaring toward them. Francesca barely avoided being hit, shouting, "Watch where you're driving, you idiots!" The van screeched to a halt, and several masked thugs jumped out, wielding baseball bats and knives. Francesca's voice trembled as she stammered, "W-What do you think you're doing? This is the Moonli
Andrew was surprised and asked, "You know me?" The thug gulped anxiously. "Yes, of course! Mr. Lloyd, I'm so sorry! This is all a misunderstanding!" Then, he yanked off his mask, revealing a face covered in scars. Andrew thought momentarily before asking, "Weren't you with Bobby that day at the Oakridge Club?" "Yes, sir! When you beat Bobby half to death that day, I-I wet myself!" The man was terrified, realizing Michael had unknowingly sent them after someone so formidable. Andrew smiled. "So, you're here for revenge?" The man shook his head frantically. "No, no, absolutely not! If we had known it was you, Mr. Lloyd, we wouldn't have dared to come near you!" The other thugs finally caught on, scrambling to apologize. "This is a huge misunderstanding!" "Please, have a smoke, Mr. Lloyd. We were blind not to recognize you!" "Mr. Lloyd, if you ever have time, come visit us in South City sometime. Mr. Garner would love to host you!" The thugs cursed at their luck. A
There was a moment of silence on the phone. Then, Dylan's furious voice exploded in Michael's ear. "Refund? Go to hell! Michael, you son of a bitch, you almost got me killed!" Dylan roared. "I'm lucky I didn't make the biggest mistake of my life! If I had gone down, I'd make sure I drag you with me, damn it!" The line went dead after his outburst. Michael's face turned dark as he muttered angrily, "Dylan, you may rule South City, but the Rhodes family isn't afraid of you. How dare you insult me and keep my money? You'll have to answer for this!" Not understanding Dylan's sudden rage but furious about both the failed job and the lost money, Michael immediately tried calling back to demand an explanation. However, he discovered he had been blocked. Michael stared at his phone in disbelief before hurling it against the wall with a roar. Between the 15 million dollars that Andrew had cost him and the three million dollars he had just lost to Dylan, he could have spent years livin
Andrew replied flatly, "What's so strange about me being here? If Ms. Stevens can be here, why can't I?" Christina frowned. "Andrew, I'm just warning you that this place is expensive, and you need a member's recommendation to get in." Lauren walked over and linked her arm to Andrew's. "Let's go inside. By the way, I've already arranged a lifetime membership for you. Enjoy yourself however you like!" Christina turned away without saying another word, thinking Andrew was still as pathetic as always—a hopeless case who would never amount to anything. Harvey smirked. "Before returning from abroad, I heard rumors that Lauren had lowered herself to keep a worthless boy toy. I thought it was just gossip, but now…" He shook his head in mock disappointment, implying that having Andrew around diminished Lauren's status. The young man next to Harvey sneered. "Lauren, our circle has so many worthy young men. Why keep such a useless parasite? I really don't understand your thinking."
The so-called "elite sports" these wealthy heirs and heiresses enjoyed were not anything too exotic—just some expensive hobbies like golf, fencing, and indoor climbing. After half an hour, Andrew was already bored and ready to leave. Meanwhile, Dexter, wearing gloves, sparred in a flashy taekwondo match with Harvey. Christina and Dexter's date sat below, snacking and clapping excitedly. Francesca was equally captivated. While she was not exactly smitten with Harvey, she could not deny his allure as a wealthy young man from a prominent family. In contrast, Andrew sat off to the side, looking more like a bystander than a participant. Francesca assumed he probably did not even know what taekwondo was and would just swing wildly if he tried. Worried that he would try to slip away, she reminded him, "Lauren just stepped out to handle something, but she'll be back soon. Even if you're bored, you need to wait for her. Don't you dare leave!" Up on the mat, Harvey and Dexter finishe
Andrew's fingers struck with precision, targeting pressure points that sent waves of intense pain through Natasha's body. "Darling, no! Please, stop! I was wrong—I'm sorry! I can't take it anymore. It hurts so much!" "Ahhh! Stop it, please stop! Don't do this anymore!" Natasha cried out, her voice switching between desperate wails and hysterical laughter as the unbearable pain pushed her to the brink. The excruciating pain caused Natasha to writhe on the floor. She crashed into the couch and coffee table, making loud thudding noises that echoed through the room. … In the hallway outside, several heads peeked around the corner, intently watching Natasha's door. Conan led the group, his weathered face twisted with concern as he whispered, "Something doesn't sound right about this." One of the West End enforcers chuckled. "Come on, can't you tell? Madam is just having a good time!" Another man with a scruffy beard joined in with a knowing chuckle. "Exactly! Madam Vostoko
Andrew remained seated on the couch, his expression unchanged, as he raised his leg to intercept Natasha's attack. "You won't even stand up? Fine! If you're going to disrespect me like this, I'll have to teach you a lesson!" Natasha's chest heaved with anger. Her combat abilities surpassed Dylan's, and she was just a hair's breadth away from matching Atlas. Yet, this arrogant young man would not even bother to get up from his seat to face her attack, which felt like a direct insult to her pride. She transformed her claw-like strikes into palm strikes, alternating blows aimed at Andrew's chest. Without even looking, the latter countered with two palm strikes of his own, and their hands collided with two dull thuds. Natasha felt an overwhelming force transmitted through Andrew's hands, causing her to stumble backward. Meanwhile, Andrew remained as steady as a mountain on the couch, even taking a moment to pick up his teacup for a casual sip. He commented, "I'm surprised that a
With frustration written across her face, Natasha gritted her teeth. She had decided it was better not to show off her strategies in front of Andrew anymore, wanting to avoid further embarrassment. Andrew ignored her visible discomfort and said calmly, "I want you to understand that anything gained through deception and betrayal will eventually become too hot to handle and turn to dust. That's the lesson history has taught us time and time again." Natasha scoffed. "Fine, I can't argue with you. But you have to admit that two-thirds or more of Jayrodale's underworld is now under my control. Either you and Dylan submit to my authority, or you'll face death!" Andrew shook his head and replied, "You're seeing things through rose-colored glasses. While Dylan might not be able to handle you, I can take you down with a single move. That's another lesson I want to teach you today—that in the face of absolute power, no amount of schemes or clever tricks will work." Natasha paused, then
After her initial shock, Natasha's face flushed with embarrassment and anger, refusing to back down as she questioned him. "Alright, you call yourself a master physician. Then let me ask you this—why did I still get injured in my fight with Atlas after taking the Blood Surge Pill? And now you're accusing me of faking it?" Andrew's lips curled into a mocking smile as he replied, "Is that so hard to figure out? The moment you got back, you took a high-quality healing pill. Judging by your complexion, it must've been a top-tier Vitality Pill. These pills can quickly replenish energy and restore blood, bringing you back from weakness in no time." "Well, am I wrong?" Andrew's tone was dripping with sarcasm as he stared at Natasha. Natasha fell silent for a long moment before clapping her hands, a rosy blush spreading across her face—there was not a hint of weakness left in her demeanor. "No wonder Dylan swears unwavering loyalty to you. Even I have to admit defeat before you, darlin
"At this point, West End can't even send out a proper representative," Andrew stated emotionlessly. "Since you're treating me like I don't exist, I'll kill you first, then have a chat with Natasha." "Mr. Lloyd, please don't go too far!" a voice suddenly thundered from behind. "Conan, done watching the show from your hiding spot?" Andrew smirked as he released his grip and kicked the tattooed giant toward Conan. Conan's face twitched. He knew the tattooed giant was one of Natasha's most fearless fighters, young and skilled in hand-to-hand combat, yet Andrew had broken him so effortlessly. "Please follow me, Mr. Lloyd. Madam Vostokoff will see you now," Conan said coldly. Andrew sneered. "Oh, now she's willing to meet after this show of force?" "Mr. Lloyd, West End has already absorbed Atlas's territory," Conan stated angrily. "If you were smart, you wouldn't have come here." "So, if I hadn't shown up, Natasha would just take everything herself?" Andrew's face remained expr
Andrew's patience had run out as he spoke in a cold tone. "One last time—tell Natasha to come out and talk now." The tattooed giant mocked, "Or what? What can you do? Andrew, you might have some history with West End, but if you think that gives you the right to make demands, you're in the wrong place." As he moved to push Andrew away again, the other guards snickered. With Atlas' fall, Natasha had become Jayrodale's most powerful underground leader, and they could not believe this man's audacity in challenging West End. Suddenly, a sharp crack echoed through the air—the sound of a wrist being broken. The tattooed giant let out an agonizing scream. "My hand! You broke my hand! Get him! Attack!" The fifty-over guards stood shocked for a moment before charging forward with angry shouts. Andrew's face turned cold as his leg swept out. Screams filled the air as the first wave of guards went flying, their faces meeting Andrew's foot. The tattooed giant, his wrist still in Andrew
Aspen had invested ten million dollars in Atlas's operation, and if it were all gone, there would be serious consequences. They immediately got into the car with Irene and Leroy, heading toward Jayrodale's Northern District. … Meanwhile, Andrew's G-Wagon drifted to a smooth stop in front of the West End headquarters. Unlike usual, the building was surrounded by guards in black suits, dark ties, and sunglasses, creating an intimidating atmosphere. One of Natasha's top enforcers blocked Andrew's path. "Sorry, Mr. Lloyd, but you can't enter right now!" "I'm here to see Madam Vostokoff. Is there a problem?" Andrew asked with a smile as he sized up the man. The enforcer was a muscular giant with a crew cut and tattoos covering his neck, chest, and arms. His bulging muscles and fists the size of melons marked him as someone not to be messed with. "Mr. Lloyd, please understand that Madam Vostokoff isn't available right now," the man chuckled, pushing Andrew back. "You're an honore
Leroy's soup dripped onto the table as he anxiously asked, "Aspen, now that Atlas is dead, what about our money?" "Shut up!" Christina kicked him under the table. "How can you think about money at a time like this?" With a grave expression, Christina turned to Aspen. "We need to act fast. Contact someone in the Northern District and get your investment back immediately." Aspen snapped out of her daze and quickly dialed Atlas' office number. A raspy voice answered, "Who are you looking for?" "This is Aspen from the Bridgefields' Stevens family. I need to speak with Mr. Atlas Giordano," she said urgently. "Are you stupid? Mr. Giordano is as dead as he can be. If you want to find him, try looking in hell," the voice sneered. Aspen snapped, "Watch your tone! Who do you think you are to speak to me like that?" "I'll speak however I want, lady. Like I said, Mr. Giordano's dead, and he's finished," the voice replied coldly. Aspen gritted her teeth. "Atlas may be dead, but the
After her confession, Francesca's face turned bright red as she huffed and walked into the hospital ahead of Andrew. "Fran, are you saying you have someone special?" Andrew asked as he caught up with her. Francesca replied seriously, "Dr. Lloyd, we're at work now. Please refrain from asking personal questions in the hospital." "As you wish, Dr. Aicker," Andrew smiled with a playful bow. The morning passed quickly as Andrew saw a few scheduled patients. During a lull, Bernard, who had been absent for a while, approached him with a fake smile. "Dr. Lloyd, I hear you're doing quite well lately. Congratulations!" "It's nothing special—just slightly better than your situation," Andrew replied with a smirk. Bernard's face darkened instantly. "Andrew, pride comes before a fall. You're so young to be promoted to deputy chief—I worry you'll lose control, and everything will come crashing down." "No need for your concern, Dr. Hackett," Andrew said with a slight smile. "By the way