Aspen lay in bed, her eyes glistening with tears, her gaze blank as she said nothing. Meanwhile, Irene and Leroy stood outside the room, peeking in. Irene asked, "Leroy, do you think Aspen's brain was messed up from the hits? She hasn't said a word since she woke up." "Mom, you're overthinking. Aspen just got a few slaps, probably just a concussion. Nothing too serious." The mother and son did not notice their raised voices as they continued to discuss. Christina glanced at them and coldly said, "Mom, Leroy, if you're done, why don't you go do something else? Aspen's in a bad mood, so please, no more of your sarcastic comments." Irene gave a dry laugh and said, "Christie, if Aspen is awake, can she let me know when she will pay me back the money I invested in her?" Christina frowned and said, "Mom, you know that money is gone. Why are you still asking Aspen for it?" Irene pouted, looking displeased. "It's lost, sure, but that's Aspen's loss, not mine. She can't just bully
Gordon's voice was cold as he spoke, "Aspen, I'm having some health issues and can't take action right now. But don't worry, it won't be long before I take care of that brat for you. "If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have almost poisoned myself to death. I'm going to make him pay with a brutal death." Aspen gritted her teeth and said, "Alright, I'll wait for you, Mr. Woods. I have only one request—Rodney and Andrew both need to die." Gordon responded coldly, "Don't worry. Last time, that little punk got lucky. I couldn't deal with him then, but this time, he won't escape." After hanging up, Aspen's face was frozen in anger. She muttered to herself, "Just wait, Andrew. You've made me hate you even more than Rodney now." Christina asked, "Aspen, is Mr. Woods okay?" Aspen sneered, "Don't worry, Christie. Mr. Woods' strength is unmatched. Forget Andrew. He doesn't even care about the Weller family, the Rhodes family, or the Aickers. He doesn't think twice about them!" Christ
Aspen raised her hand to interrupt, "Christie, I know what you're worried about, but let me tell you, there's no need to be afraid. These three formulas have been market-tested, and once we produce them, they'll definitely sell big. "Even if we don't achieve huge sales, it will still be a win for Stevens Corporation. Because you won't need any R&D costs or any time spent, you can just jump straight into the industry. I'm sure you can calculate how much money and time we'll save." Christina was immediately intrigued. As Aspen had said, with three ready-made formulas, Stevens Corporation could just buy the machinery, set up a factory, and start producing. The most difficult and intimidating part of the pharmaceutical industry—research and development—would be skipped entirely. Stevens Corporation could save potentially billions of dollars by bypassing this process. "Aspen, I could have Stevens Corporation start working on it as soon as tomorrow. But I need to ask you again: are t
The day before, Francesca had been suffering from the effects of the Enthralling Essence, almost completely drained of energy. Andrew thought it was shocking that she had enough strength to work so early in the morning. Frowning, Andrew walked into the Moonlit Apothecary, headed straight upstairs, and arrived at his private office. Inside, Francesca was cleaning his desk, clearly struggling. Thanks to her efforts, the desk was spotless. Andrew approached her, placed his hand on her shoulder, and said irritably, "Who told you to do this? Stop. Your body isn't ready for this yet. You need to rest!" Francesca jumped in surprise, quickly dropping the cloth and blushing. "Andrew, when did you come in? You scared me!" Andrew looked at her seriously. "How do you feel? Is anything bothering you?" Francesca shook her head quickly. "No, I've recovered well. I'm just a bit tired, but other than that, I'm fine." Andrew was not convinced. "Come here. I need to check you out. I don't r
Andrew wondered if Francesca still remembered that he had helped her with his hands. He felt a little guilty. He had been in the wrong yesterday. Francesca blushed, hesitating as she said, "Actually, I… I remembered most of it. My body was out of control at the time, but my mind was very clear." Andrew cautiously asked, "Do you remember how I saved you in the end?" He hoped that Francesca did not remember that part. If she did, he would be embarrassed beyond measure. Francesca bit her lip, clearly embarrassed. After a long pause, she murmured, "I remember everything in bits and pieces. It's all kind of fragmented. But the moment when you saved me… I remember that the clearest." Andrew gave a dry laugh, realizing he was at a loss for words. The one thing he had hoped she would not remember was the part she recalled the most vividly. 'It's as if it was all fate,' he thought. "Andrew, don't feel guilty. I know you were only trying to save me, even if you had to resort to tha
Yet, Francesca would not listen. She pouted and grumbled, "Andrew, if you keep talking, I'm going to get mad. I know you don't want anything to do with me, but you don't need to act like we didn't do anything together. Why won't you admit it?" Tears welled up in her eyes, and she glared at him, full of resentment, as she asked, "Am I really so unworthy in your eyes, Andrew?" Andrew stood there, stunned for a moment. He sighed, knowing there was no point in explaining. The more he tried, the worse it would get. He would have to find the right time later to clear things up. He said, "Fran, don't be angry. I didn't mean anything by it." Francesca sniffed and replied, "Don't worry, I won't tell Lauren. I won't bring it up again, so you don't have to feel guilty. Anyway, I need to get to the hospital for my shift. So, I'll leave it at that!" Andrew asked, "Do you want me to drive you? You're still weak!" Francesca blushed and said, "If you want to drive me, I'd appreciate it."
Marcus said, "Right now, we only have a few samples. If we try to compete with Michael using just these, it won't be convincing at all!" Andrew nodded. "That makes sense. Then let's go to the factory and get a batch of both miracle drugs produced. We'll release them into the market and see how they perform!" Marcus remarked darkly, "Speaking of this, Mr. Lloyd, you might not know. Michael has already made arrangements with our suppliers on the manufacturing side." Andrew sneered. "What kind of dirty tricks is that trash pulling behind the scenes now?" Marcus gritted his teeth. "The suppliers are all leaning toward Michael. They've agreed to work with him exclusively. I've been to them a few times now, and each time, they came up with some excuse to delay. Finally, they just flat out told me they'll only cooperate with Michael." Andrew remained calm. "Good medicine is rare, but there are plenty of factories. Don't worry, we'll find another partner." At the moment, Lauren was
Someone mocked, "Heh, the sign says, [No entry for anyone from Rhodes Corporation's Pharmaceutical Division or dogs.] Doesn't that mean people from Rhodes Corporation are worse than dogs? Hahaha!" Another commented, "Mr. Brunner of Glorious Pharmaceuticals is a real entrepreneur here in Jayrodale. Rhodes Corporation may have a big name, but Mr. Brunner clearly doesn't care about that!" "Without a doubt, Rhodes Corporation's Pharmaceutical Division must have offended Mr. Brunner. Sure, Rhodes has a huge reputation in Jayrodale, but in front of Mr. Brunner, they're nothing. They have to come crawling and begging!" Glorious Pharmaceuticals employees, as well as others passing by, stopped to watch and gossip about Andrew and Marcus. The employees, especially, could not hide their contempt, their expressions dripping with disdain. Marcus turned to the security guard, his voice cold. "We haven't done anything to offend Mr. Brunner, have we? Why would he pull something like this witho
Chantelle said with a smirk. "The moment he found out something happened to you, the look on his face could've scared someone to death." Aspen froze for a second, her heart thumping wildly as she glanced at Andrew walking just ahead. She could not help but wonder if Andrew actually cared whether she lived or died. Chantelle gave a half-smile, half-sigh. "Mr. Lloyd sure seems emotionally invested in you, Ms. Stevens. But, if you don't mind me overstepping—there's something off in your head." Aspen blinked. "Excuse me? Ms. Garcia, what do you mean by that?" Chantelle chuckled softly. "I majored in psychology, both undergrad and grad school. Even with just a little observation, I'd say you're showing classic signs of Stockholm syndrome." Aspen's lips parted slightly, but no words came out. Chantelle studied her with a piercing gaze. "And I can tell you're an intelligent woman. You know you're getting deeper and deeper emotionally involved. But deep down… you don't actually want
"Y-You actually dared to kill someone?" Chantelle stormed up to Andrew, her chest heaving with rage as she shouted, "You do know that murder is a crime, right?" Andrew replied flatly, "Then go ahead and arrest me. But you saw it too—this dead mutt barged into my company with a gang of thugs and trashed the place. He kidnapped my secretary, tortured her, and tried to get away with it." Chantelle fumed. "You had every right to fight back, but you had no right to kill him, do you understand?" Andrew's voice sharpened with impatience. "Ms. Garcia, that's enough! So what if I killed him? The guy came stomping into my space, and I'm supposed to just roll over and play dead?" Chantelle let out a bitter laugh and hissed, "Andrew, Mr. McCormick favored you. You've got incredible medical skills, and in Blumedale, you were this close to making your mark. "You had a bright future ahead of you—respect, success, everything within reach. But why would you throw it all away like this? Don't y
Andrew hissed, "This third slap? No reason at all. I just don't like the look of your face and feel like beating you to death. And this fourth one's for your parents—since they clearly failed to raise you, I'll handle it for them." After the string of brutal slaps, Seth's head was spinning. His ears rang like sirens, and his vision started going black around the edges. "Andrew… I swear…" he gasped, his voice shaky. "I'll kill you. I'll kill you, you arrogant bastard!" However, just as he spat out his threat, a blood-curdling scream ripped from his throat—Andrew had suddenly snapped five of his fingers. "Keep going," Andrew said coldly, his voice like a death sentence. Seth's mouth bled as he glared up with bloodshot eyes. "You're dead. You're so fucking dead… "How dare you treat me like this? My family—everyone in the Haywoods—they'll never let this slide!" His scream pitched into hysteria as Andrew crushed the remaining five fingers on his other hand, rendering both of Se
"You're asking for death!" One of the older Haywood enforcers snarled and launched a palm strike toward Andrew's head. "Get out of my way," Andrew growled without even sparing the man a glance, throwing a punch sideways in one smooth motion. The man, a peak senior grandmaster, flew backward, his face contorted in shock and disbelief. His arm, which had met Andrew's punch, shattered instantly. He hit the ground hard, screaming in agony while clutching the mangled remains of his limb. That brief moment of destruction was enough to jolt Seth out of his daze. He started stumbling backward and screamed, "All of you, attack him now! Kill that bastard!" Yet, no one moved. The Haywood men froze, their faces pale with fear, looking at Andrew like they were staring at a monster. They backed away instinctively, their courage completely drained. It was not just fear—it was terror that ran bone-deep. Andrew's strikes were lethal and merciless, each blow either killing or disabling instan
Aspen said through gritted teeth, "I'll never submit to any men. If you try to force yourself on me, I swear I'll die before I let that happen!" Seth's temper flared. "Even now, you're still rejecting me? Still looking down on me?" Aspen shot him a cold glare. "Damn right I am. Seth, if you weren't part of the Haywoods, what the hell would you even be worth?" Seth roared, "You think I'm worthless?! Then what about Andrew? That bastard—what the hell is he supposed to be?" Aspen let out a scornful laugh. "You clearly have no idea how terrifying Andrew really is. You wanna know what he is? Let me tell you—when it comes to combat, to medicine, to tactics, he's way out of your league. You're not even in the same universe." Seth's lips twisted into a manic grin. "Yeah, yeah, he's amazing. Sure, he's got skills. But no matter how good he is, he's still just a bug to me! This is Blumedale—we play by my rules here. And I don't care if that bastard has nine lives, he's dying tonight!"
Aspen's hands were bound tightly behind her back, with the ropes crossing in front of her chest, pushing her curves into full display. "Seth, you're absolutely insane," she shouted, her voice full of fury. "Do you even realize we're working for Mr. McCormick right now?" She struggled hard, but the ropes did not budge at all. Meanwhile, a dozen enforcers from the Haywoods' private club stormed Supreme Capital Group's office space and smashed everything to pieces. Seth was grinning as he gripped Aspen's chin, his fingers digging in so hard that pain twisted across her face. He sneered, "Save your strength, Aspen. So what if you're working for Mr. McCormick? Let's be real—Andrew is just that man's lapdog." "Remember when you first got to Blumedale, the day we met?" His voice dropped low as he leaned closer. "From the second I saw you, I made up my mind—I was going to make you mine." Then, without warning, he slapped her across the face, hard. "But you little bitch, you just d
"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