Andrew remained unfazed as he continued, "And one more thing—true wisdom has nothing to do with age. If you've lived all these decades and still haven't figured that out, then congratulations—you've basically wasted your entire life. Next time you want to learn something, start by showing a little humility." The elderly executive was livid. He shot up from his chair, turning to Tiana with a furious glare, ready to demand justice. However, the sudden surge of anger proved too much. With a guttural groan, his face contorted, and he collapsed with a loud thud under the table. Michael and the others gasped in shock. "Did… did Andrew just argue him into unconsciousness?" Tiana's face remained stone-cold. "Take him to the medical wing. Don't let this disrupt the meeting." A team of security staff quickly entered the room, lifted the unconscious executive, and carried him away. Lauren discreetly gave Andrew a thumbs-up, her eyes glimmering with amusement. She thought, 'Dr. Lloyd, yo
Michael was furious. After being repeatedly belittled by Andrew today, he was already boiling with rage. He growled, "Alright, we'll see soon enough. I want to see how long you can keep up that arrogance!" He stood up, threw down those harsh words, and stormed out with Bane trailing behind him. "Meeting adjourned!" Tiana announced. The other senior executives followed suit, leaving one after the other. As they walked out, most instinctively kept their distance from Andrew. They had finally realized that Andrew was an unrelenting, shameless troublemaker. He showed no respect for Michael, even though Michael came from a powerful family, and he even dared to openly mock Tiana. That kind of audacity was not something ordinary people could stomach. Tiana was the last to leave. She turned to Andrew with a taunting smile. "Mr. Lloyd, I heard the Jayrodale Grand Hotel has arranged a 'Reckoning Toast' just for you. You act all high and mighty in front of me—I just hope you won't be
Lauren said, "Dr. Lloyd, I'm going with you to the Jayrodale Grand Hotel tomorrow!" Andrew waved his hand dismissively. "No need. We're at a critical stage with our pharmaceutical product launch right now. You and Mr. Chapman are already swamped, so just stay focused on the product!" Lauren frowned with concern. "But I don't feel comfortable letting you go alone!" Andrew replied calmly, "Relax. I'm going there to reason with Raymond. We've got the facts on our side, so there's nothing to fear, no matter how many people he brings." Lauren could not hold back her anxiety. "Raymond's got Winston backing him up, and they have no intention of playing fair. They're just trying to strong-arm us, Dr. Lloyd. You know that better than anyone!" Andrew's eyes darkened, but his tone remained steady. "In this world, everything should be resolved through reason. But if brute force is the solution, then I prefer it that way." That was his principle: if no one messed with Andrew, he would n
At times like this, the smartest move was not to respond—so Andrew put down his phone and went back to sleep. Yet, Francesca kept bombarding him with messages. [Andrew, I know you're not asleep. You jerk! You used my body and then tossed me aside like nothing!] Andrew's temper flared. When had he ever used her body? He had not even gotten that far, and it was a ridiculous accusation. So, he replied, [Fran, get some rest. It's late. We can talk tomorrow.] Francesca fired back immediately. [Ha! I knew it! You were awake, you scumbag. Andrew, I took a bunch of pictures today. Want me to share them with you?] Andrew did not want to kill her excitement, so he played along. [Sure, let me admire the gorgeous face of our little princess.] Within seconds, a photo popped up. Andrew took one look, and his heart skipped a beat. It was a bikini shot, and her generous curves strained against the tiny two-piece. Her fair, soft skin glowed in the dim lighting, and that adorable pout on
Today marked the final day of the Reckoning Toast. Raymond had never expected Andrew to show him such blatant disregard, showing up this late and making such an entrance. In the center of the hotel's grand hall, Winston sat slouched in his chair, looking thoroughly bored. Every now and then, locals from Jayrodale came over to toast him, but he either ignored them or responded with dismissive nods. It was clear he didn't take anyone here seriously. Standing stiffly behind Winston was an older man with a lean frame and a stone-cold expression. He was known as Jason Lowell, one of the Wright family's top enforcers sent as Winston's personal bodyguard. Raymond approached with a polite smile. "Mr. Lowell, you've been standing there all night. Please, sit down and rest for a bit." Jason responded flatly, "Mr. Chapman, just handle your business. I'll handle mine." Raymond bowed slightly, eager to please. "Of course, Mr. Lowell. You're absolutely right. I just worry that Andrew mi
Winston's intentions were obvious—he wanted Christina and Aspen to know just how significant his status was. Aspen gave a demure smile. "Ah, so you're the young heir of the Wright family. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wright." Christina, feeling a bit nervous, gave a small nod. "Hello, Mr. Wright." Winston laughed heartily. "Ladies, I assume you're here today to witness the grand finale of Mr. Chapman's Reckoning Toast?" Aspen tilted her head with a playful smile. "Mr. Wright, you're so sharp! Yes, we did come to join the fun. But honestly, we don't really understand these kinds of events. We're just here to watch." Winston's chest swelled with pride. "Well, you're in for a treat. Sit back and enjoy the show—I'm about to deal with that nobody, Andrew." Aspen's eyes widened in mock surprise as she parted her soft, red lips. "Wait… Mr. Wright, are you really going to step in on Mr. Chapman's behalf?" Winston let out a disdainful snort, his expression turning cold. "Of co
"I'm sorry, Andrew, but I can't marry you!" Christina Stevens declared coldly in the CEO's office of Stevens Corporation. She sat behind her desk, looking elegant in a black lace dress, her demeanor icy and aloof. Across from her sat a handsome man in modest attire. Andrew Lloyd could not believe what he was hearing and asked, "Christie, what do you mean? What happened to the promise between us?" They had agreed to tie the knot on the day Stevens Corporation went public, marking the end of their three-year courtship. "Since we've been dating each other, I'll be frank," Christina replied, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her stunning features exuded grace and beauty with every movement. "Andrew, don't you think the gap between us has grown too wide? It's like we're from different worlds now. Forcing this relationship won't do you any good. For me, it would be… a burden." A burden? Andrew was stunned, never expecting Christina to say such a thing. If it had not
In the elevator, Andrew opened the modest ring box. A dazzling pink diamond immediately caught the light, its brilliance filling the small space. This 7.5-million-dollar luxury ring was once known as the "King of Diamonds" of Jayrodale, truly one of a kind. Andrew did not know exactly how much money was on the bank card, but he was sure it was enough to buy Stevens Corporations ten times over. Moments ago, Christina and Irene had not even bothered to look at these treasures, with Irene dismissing them as junk. As the elevator doors opened, Andrew stepped out. "Well, well, if it isn't Andrew! You don't look so good," a mocking voice greeted him. Andrew calmly looked up to see a man in a tailored suit, his hair slicked back, holding a bouquet of blue roses. It was Shawn Fields, Jayrodale's infamous trust fund baby and one of Christina's most persistent admirers. Not wanting to talk to him, Andrew tried to sidestep him, but Shawn moved to block his path again. Andrew's eyes turn
Winston's intentions were obvious—he wanted Christina and Aspen to know just how significant his status was. Aspen gave a demure smile. "Ah, so you're the young heir of the Wright family. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wright." Christina, feeling a bit nervous, gave a small nod. "Hello, Mr. Wright." Winston laughed heartily. "Ladies, I assume you're here today to witness the grand finale of Mr. Chapman's Reckoning Toast?" Aspen tilted her head with a playful smile. "Mr. Wright, you're so sharp! Yes, we did come to join the fun. But honestly, we don't really understand these kinds of events. We're just here to watch." Winston's chest swelled with pride. "Well, you're in for a treat. Sit back and enjoy the show—I'm about to deal with that nobody, Andrew." Aspen's eyes widened in mock surprise as she parted her soft, red lips. "Wait… Mr. Wright, are you really going to step in on Mr. Chapman's behalf?" Winston let out a disdainful snort, his expression turning cold. "Of co
Today marked the final day of the Reckoning Toast. Raymond had never expected Andrew to show him such blatant disregard, showing up this late and making such an entrance. In the center of the hotel's grand hall, Winston sat slouched in his chair, looking thoroughly bored. Every now and then, locals from Jayrodale came over to toast him, but he either ignored them or responded with dismissive nods. It was clear he didn't take anyone here seriously. Standing stiffly behind Winston was an older man with a lean frame and a stone-cold expression. He was known as Jason Lowell, one of the Wright family's top enforcers sent as Winston's personal bodyguard. Raymond approached with a polite smile. "Mr. Lowell, you've been standing there all night. Please, sit down and rest for a bit." Jason responded flatly, "Mr. Chapman, just handle your business. I'll handle mine." Raymond bowed slightly, eager to please. "Of course, Mr. Lowell. You're absolutely right. I just worry that Andrew mi
At times like this, the smartest move was not to respond—so Andrew put down his phone and went back to sleep. Yet, Francesca kept bombarding him with messages. [Andrew, I know you're not asleep. You jerk! You used my body and then tossed me aside like nothing!] Andrew's temper flared. When had he ever used her body? He had not even gotten that far, and it was a ridiculous accusation. So, he replied, [Fran, get some rest. It's late. We can talk tomorrow.] Francesca fired back immediately. [Ha! I knew it! You were awake, you scumbag. Andrew, I took a bunch of pictures today. Want me to share them with you?] Andrew did not want to kill her excitement, so he played along. [Sure, let me admire the gorgeous face of our little princess.] Within seconds, a photo popped up. Andrew took one look, and his heart skipped a beat. It was a bikini shot, and her generous curves strained against the tiny two-piece. Her fair, soft skin glowed in the dim lighting, and that adorable pout on
Lauren said, "Dr. Lloyd, I'm going with you to the Jayrodale Grand Hotel tomorrow!" Andrew waved his hand dismissively. "No need. We're at a critical stage with our pharmaceutical product launch right now. You and Mr. Chapman are already swamped, so just stay focused on the product!" Lauren frowned with concern. "But I don't feel comfortable letting you go alone!" Andrew replied calmly, "Relax. I'm going there to reason with Raymond. We've got the facts on our side, so there's nothing to fear, no matter how many people he brings." Lauren could not hold back her anxiety. "Raymond's got Winston backing him up, and they have no intention of playing fair. They're just trying to strong-arm us, Dr. Lloyd. You know that better than anyone!" Andrew's eyes darkened, but his tone remained steady. "In this world, everything should be resolved through reason. But if brute force is the solution, then I prefer it that way." That was his principle: if no one messed with Andrew, he would n
Michael was furious. After being repeatedly belittled by Andrew today, he was already boiling with rage. He growled, "Alright, we'll see soon enough. I want to see how long you can keep up that arrogance!" He stood up, threw down those harsh words, and stormed out with Bane trailing behind him. "Meeting adjourned!" Tiana announced. The other senior executives followed suit, leaving one after the other. As they walked out, most instinctively kept their distance from Andrew. They had finally realized that Andrew was an unrelenting, shameless troublemaker. He showed no respect for Michael, even though Michael came from a powerful family, and he even dared to openly mock Tiana. That kind of audacity was not something ordinary people could stomach. Tiana was the last to leave. She turned to Andrew with a taunting smile. "Mr. Lloyd, I heard the Jayrodale Grand Hotel has arranged a 'Reckoning Toast' just for you. You act all high and mighty in front of me—I just hope you won't be
Andrew remained unfazed as he continued, "And one more thing—true wisdom has nothing to do with age. If you've lived all these decades and still haven't figured that out, then congratulations—you've basically wasted your entire life. Next time you want to learn something, start by showing a little humility." The elderly executive was livid. He shot up from his chair, turning to Tiana with a furious glare, ready to demand justice. However, the sudden surge of anger proved too much. With a guttural groan, his face contorted, and he collapsed with a loud thud under the table. Michael and the others gasped in shock. "Did… did Andrew just argue him into unconsciousness?" Tiana's face remained stone-cold. "Take him to the medical wing. Don't let this disrupt the meeting." A team of security staff quickly entered the room, lifted the unconscious executive, and carried him away. Lauren discreetly gave Andrew a thumbs-up, her eyes glimmering with amusement. She thought, 'Dr. Lloyd, yo
Andrew sneered. "I call you an idiot, and you're still trying to argue. Amazing. You've got sky-high production costs, and now you're planning to get into a price war with competitors who can undercut you without breaking a sweat. The moment they lower their prices, your so-called strategy will collapse like a house of cards." Michael opened his mouth to respond but came up empty. His face darkened as he struggled to find a comeback. The other executives exchanged uneasy glances. They wanted to defend Michael's point, but they simply did not have the knowledge to counter Andrew's logic. Even Tiana's eyes narrowed slightly as she mentally reviewed the Pharmaceutical Division's current situation. Andrew's analysis had exposed a glaring flaw she had not fully considered before. "All right, Mr. Lloyd," Tiana said, leaning slightly forward. "Since you see the problem so clearly, what would you suggest we do to gain an advantage?" Andrew stretched and gave a lazy yawn. "The solutio
Michael let out a cold snort. "That's right. This is my top-tier business insight. Short and simple. Quality is found in simplicity." He continued, "Take everyone here, for example. None of you are exactly broke. If you see a car you like, are you really going to sit there crunching numbers? No—you'll sign the papers and drive off. "When you go out to eat, does it really matter if the bill's 1000 dollars or even 5000 dollars? As long as the food's good and you're enjoying yourself, you'll happily pay, right?" One of the executives immediately chimed in, "Mr. Rhodes is absolutely right. These days, I don't even look at price tags. If I like something, I buy it." Another manager eagerly added, "Exactly. Wealthy customers don't stress about prices. The only thing that matters is whether they want it." A third executive even went as far as bragging about their extravagant lifestyle, boasting about how easily they spent money without batting an eye. Andrew shook his head and lau
Michael beamed with pride at the praise and quickly responded with false humility. "Aunt Tiana, you flatter me. What I shared just now is only the tip of the iceberg. I'll prepare a detailed market analysis for you later—a summary of everything I've learned during my time at the company. It's the least I can do." Lauren shook her head and let out a quiet snort. "Showboating. I bet that 'research' was just copy-pasted off the internet. You're not fooling anyone." Michael, unfazed, grinned smugly. "So what if it was? Everything's on the internet these days. I learn from what I find there, and I think it's brilliant!" Lauren's lips twitched into a cold smile. "Learning? Is that what you call hiding in your office watching Eastonian adult films all day?" Michael's face turned beet red. He clenched his fists and snapped, "Lauren, this is a professional meeting. I'd appreciate it if you stuck to relevant topics!" Tiana's gaze shifted to Andrew, her expression amused. "Mr. Lloyd,