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Stephen, growing impatient, said, "Your name's Andrew, right? I'll give you one last chance. Crawl over here, kneel, and clean my shoes. Otherwise, you won't be leaving the gates of Glorious Pharmaceuticals today." Andrew raised an eyebrow. "You're telling me I won't leave? Are you, Mr. Brunner, going to carry me out?" The room went silent as Kenneth inhaled sharply. He thought Andrew was seriously out of his mind, asking for trouble. Aspen and Christina, furious, could not help but laugh. Andrew's defiance had clearly infuriated Stephen, and his outcome would be disastrous. "You've got a death wish, don't you? I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it. Now you'll pay the price!" Stephen sneered, taking a long drag from his cigar. Then, he shouted, "Someone, get rid of him." A group of bodyguards in suits stormed into the room, filling the space with menace. Stephen looked at Aspen and Christina. "Ladies, give me a minute. I'll take care of this brat, then we can go win
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Stephen said, "By the way, I had a drink with Mr. Garner recently. I've asked him to look out for things concerning my business in South City, and Mr. Garner didn't hesitate—he agreed right away." His words were dripping with arrogance as if he thought being friends with Dylan made him a big deal. Kenneth sneered, "Andrew, do you see just how powerful Mr. Brunner is? He controls both the legal and underground worlds. He's on a first-name basis with underground bosses. What do you have in front of Mr. Brunner? What are you going to play at? The only thing you can play is with your life!" Andrew did not respond to him, but instead, he looked at Stephen and smiled. "Mr. Brunner knows Dylan, huh? You and Dylan are friends, right?" With a puff of pride, Stephen responded, "That's right. Mr. Garner and I are that close. But you, little punk, you're just someone I'll deal with. You're not even worth my time to call him for." Andrew replied, "That's perfect, then. Since you two are c
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Aspen furrowed her brows. She had seen Andrew effortlessly control both Natasha and Dylan at the opening ceremony of Moonlit Sanctuary. If Andrew really called Dylan over, would Stephen be humiliated? Christina spoke calmly, "Aspen, maybe Andrew can call Dylan. But don't forget, Mr. Brunner and Mr. Garner are close enough to drink together. Comparing them, Andrew's connection with Dylan is nothing next to Mr. Brunner's. In the end, he'll only embarrass himself." Aspen thought about it and agreed. Stephen was a big shot in Jayrodale, the leader of the pharmaceutical industry. Even if Dylan came, he would have to give Stephen some respect. She believed that Andrew was only riding on Lauren and Francesca's support. Without them around, Andrew probably would not have stood firm in front of Dylan. Stephen settled back in his chair and lit another cigar. Ever the suckup, Kenneth quickly grabbed a lighter and offered to light it for him. "You little punk, I'll be right here waiting
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"Someone, take him out—make sure he doesn't leave here alive!" This was Stephen's turf, but Andrew had the nerve to talk to Dylan like that, ordering him around. Dylan was someone Stephen had to beg for respect, yet this small-time punk from Rhodes Corporation's Pharmaceutical Division was acting like he could order Dylan around. As Stephen commanded his men to move, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. His whole massive body was sent flying like a ragdoll, crashing into the wooden desk he loved so much. "What the…" Kenneth blurted out. He was stunned to see Stephen get punched out and thrown across the room. Meanwhile, Aspen and Christina's eyes widened in shock. It finally dawned on them that Andrew and Dylan's relationship was more serious than they thought. Stephen groaned, clutching the back of his head and struggling to get up, his face contorted in pain. "Dylan, what are you doing? Why are you hitting me? The one who insulted you is this punk. Take care of him
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Andrew sat casually on the couch and said, "Alright, let's not make this any messier. I still have to meet with Mr. Brunner about business later." Only then did Dylan stop, coldly asking, "Are you dead yet? If not, get up. Mr. Lloyd needs to talk to you." Stephen trembled and could barely comprehend what was happening. He could not believe that Andrew was the leader of the underground world in Jayrodale, and he was even unaware when such a figure appeared there. Dylan and Natasha were bowing to him, which meant this guy controlled the entire underground world—how powerful must he be? Shaking, Stephen stood up, his face swollen and bruised, and with a nervous stutter, he said, "M-Mr. Lloyd, I'm sorry, I'm blind. I didn't mean to offend you. Please forgive me." His earlier arrogance was completely gone, replaced by a pathetic and submissive tone. Andrew smiled with amusement. "Remember when you said you'd be at my beck and call? Well, let's start with you calling me 'dad'."
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"This is Mr. Lloyd's way of teaching me, showing care for me. What are you two even blabbering about? Stay out of it and get lost!" Christina and Aspen were stunned. They had been trying to help Stephen, but the head of Glorious Pharmaceuticals was yelling at them instead. Was Andrew really that terrifying? "Dad, please accept my bow!" Stephen suddenly dropped to his knees, calling Andrew 'dad' in a desperate tone. His resentment toward the two women from Stevens Corporation had reached its peak. If it were not for them, he never would have ended up in this mess. He had only agreed to the humiliating poster outside because Aspen had suggested it. That day, Stevens Corporation came to him with three prescriptions, and both parties agreed to work together immediately. However, Aspen added a condition—Stephen had to deal with anyone from Rhodes Corporation's Pharmaceutical Division. Not only would he not cooperate with them, but anyone from their team who came to Glorious Pha
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"Mr. Brunner, you absolutely don't have to submit to him," Christina snapped angrily. "You're the CEO of Glorious Pharmaceuticals, a leading name in the industry! If you stand tall and refuse to be intimidated, no one can oppress you!" Aspen quickly chimed in, "Mr. Brunner, you can't give in to a thug like him. If you stand up to him, I'll back you to the very end!" Stephen rolled his eyes and said impatiently, "You two are rambling too much. Who told you I was being oppressed or forced to submit?" Christina stared at him, dumbfounded. "Mr. Brunner, are you saying you're doing this willingly? But…" Stephen cut her off with a sharp tone. "No 'but'—I'm doing this willingly, alright? Mr. Lloyd let bygones be bygones and gave me a chance to collaborate. If I can't see an opportunity like this and seize it, Glorious Pharmaceuticals would've been destroyed long ago!" Stephen could not understand what was going through these two women's heads. The underground king of Jayrodale was s
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Stephen had never experienced such an easy negotiation before. There was no hassle, no drawn-out discussions—just a straight green light, clearing the way without obstacles. Andrew stood and said, "Well, if that's settled, we'll be on our way." He turned to Dylan and added, "Dylan, keep an eye on things here with Stephen in the future." Dylan nodded. "Got it, Mr. Lloyd!" Stephen was elated. "Thank you, Mr. Lloyd! I knew something good was going to happen today—I've had this twitching in my eyelid since morning!" Dylan raised a brow and teased, "How do you know that wasn't a sign of bad luck?" Stephen chuckled. "Same difference! Good luck, bad luck—they're two sides of the same coin. I got both today, didn't I?" Andrew smirked in amusement. Businesspeople were always like this—slick, adaptable, and sharp. Stephen had just been disciplined but was already smiling like nothing had happened. Nonetheless, Andrew understood why. Stephen saw a chance to cozy up to Jayrodale'
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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
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"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
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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
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"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
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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!"
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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
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"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
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"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
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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
