"Bring them all here," Andrew said calmly. Dylan immediately had his men drag Raymond, Jason, and Winston over, forcing them to kneel before Andrew. "Andrew! Do you even realize who Mr. Wright is? You actually hit him? You're absolutely—" Before he could finish his rant, Andrew delivered a slap that sent Raymond's head crashing against the floor. His eyes rolled back as he passed out again. The spectators who had gathered to watch the commotion began quietly slipping away. They did not dare linger any longer, not after seeing Winston beaten so brutally. It was only a matter of time before the Wright family's enforcers from Blumedale stormed into Jayrodale seeking vengeance. "Andrew, please calm down," Christina urged. "Winston's status isn't something to be taken lightly. If this escalates too far and catches the Wright family's attention, you could be in serious trouble." Andrew smirked. "Ms. Stevens, are you actually worried about me?" Christina hesitated for a second
Andrew chuckled. "Mr. Wright, it seems you still don't understand your situation." Grabbing Winston by the hair, Andrew slapped him across the face again, his swollen cheeks taking yet another brutal beating. Then, he asked, "Now, do you finally see who should be begging for mercy?" Winston's nose and mouth spurted blood as he was slapped into submission. Never in his life had he been slapped this many times, and Andrew had literally smacked him senseless. "P-Please stop hitting me. W-We can talk this out!" Winston's voice had taken on a whimpering tone as he shielded his face with his hands. Andrew nodded with satisfaction and slowly said, "That's more like it. So let me ask Mr. Wright once more—do you acknowledge your mistake?" Without a moment's hesitation, Winston nodded frantically. "Yes, I was wrong! I'll definitely change my ways completely!" Andrew immediately delivered two more slaps, the sound making Finley, Christina, and Aspen jump with fright. They all thoug
Andrew said casually, "I just remembered—there's still one thing I haven't taken care of."Winston shuddered, his voice trembling. "Andrew, what are you trying to do? I'm warning you—if you go too far, the Wright family will have no choice but to go to war with you."Andrew chuckled. "Relax, Mr. Wright. You're way too afraid of dying, so of course, I wouldn't do anything drastic to you. Now, go on and swallow this Bone-Corroding Poison Pill. That's the only way I'll believe you won't come back to cause me trouble."Winston's face turned pale with terror as he staggered backward. "What? You want me to take poison? No way! I absolutely refuse!"Andrew's expression darkened. "If you refuse, then no one here is leaving today. You all can stay in Jayrodale permanently."Winston's face twisted with rage, humiliation, and helplessness, his emotions shifting wildly.Jason quickly whispered, "Mr. Wright, just take it. Once we get back to Blumedale, the family will definitely bring in a ma
Aspen asked, "Is it just because Andrew is successful now and no longer the same as before?" Aspen's question caught Christina off guard. She sighed and said, "Aspen, Stevens Corporation needs someone strong to support it. I want Andrew back by my side to work for me!" Aspen smirked. "So, you're just planning to use him? This isn't about rekindling old feelings, is it?" Christina hesitated, conflicted. "It's hard to explain… Seeing him doing so well, especially with other women by his side, makes me so upset that I just want to take him back." Aspen burst into laughter. "Christie, I totally get that feeling! We're best friends, after all—we can't just sit back and let someone else take what was once ours! Fine, I'll support you all the way. Use Andrew's lingering feelings for you, take him back, and make him crawl at your feet again!" Christina smiled. "As long as he's willing to return and help me, I won't hold anything from the past against him. In fact, I'll even promise h
At first, Andrew did not take Natasha's warning seriously. However, that very night, he received a message. [Andrew, I miss you!] When he saw it, he thought it was Francesca messing around again, but when he opened it, he realized it was not from Francesca—it was from Christina. Andrew's face instantly darkened, and he replied, [Ms. Stevens, please have some self-respect. If you keep sending messages like this, I'll have no choice but to block you.] Christina refused to give up. [Christina: Andrew, come back. Come back to Stevens Corporation… come back to me.] [Christina: Everything I owed you in the past, I'll make it up to you.] Andrew let out a cold chuckle. [Andrew: Christina, if you knew this day would come, why did you make those choices back then?] [Andrew: Do you really think I still care about going back to Stevens Corporation?] Christina pleaded, [I know I hurt you, but Andrew, please… forgive me. Back then, I was too focused on my career and my future,
Christina said, "Sigh… I don't have a solid plan for now either." Irene's eyes flickered with scheming intent as she suddenly smirked. "Christie, men are all the same. They say no with their mouths, but their bodies say yes. If you ask me, just dress a little sexier and see Andrew. I don't believe for a second that he won't fall for it!" Leroy's eyes lit up as he nodded eagerly. "Great idea! Christie, with your looks, if you just lower yourself a little and seduce Andrew, he'll be wrapped around your finger in no time—like a loyal dog, doing whatever you command!" Christina's expression twisted with disgust. "Sorry, but what you're suggesting is no different from selling myself… and I won't do it." Irene quickly countered, "Christie, does it really matter as long as Andrew ends up back here, serving the Stevens family, helping us grow stronger, and making sure Leroy and I enjoy endless wealth? "Besides, you and Andrew used to be together. Seducing him isn't some shameful act—
The first-week sales report for Rhodes Corporation's Pharmaceutical Division's new products have finally come in. Michael could not contain his excitement as he stared at the numbers, grinning. He exclaimed, "Bane, the three products you developed are making a killing! That bastard Andrew looked down on us, but now? This is going to slap him right in the face!" Clutching the thick financial report, Michael immediately rushed to find Tiana. Bane snorted. "I told you from the start—that kid is nothing but a spineless weakling. All he does is brag, but when it comes to real ability? He's got nothing!" When Tiana reviewed the sales figures, she let out a deep breath and gave Michael an approving look. "Michael, you've officially saved the Pharmaceutical Division. Not only have you redeemed yourself, but you've taken its success to the next level." Michael was feeling immensely proud, but he kept his tone humble. "Aunt Tiana, you flatter me. As a Rhodes, this is my duty. As long a
Several people in the room who were aware of the senior executive's dirty secrets could not help but chuckle. The man's face flushed with rage as he pointed at Andrew. "You—" However, after sputtering for a while, he did not dare to say another word. The truth was, he already had a deep-seated fear of Andrew. Moreover, Andrew's words hit a little too close to home. He was on the verge of full retirement. With more money than he could ever spend, he had been indulging in his "second youth". Yet, lately, he had been feeling the consequences—blood in his urine was a clear warning sign. He thought maybe it really was time to take it easy. Otherwise, he would end up ruining his reputation in his old age. Tiana scoffed. "Mr. Lloyd, this is a corporate meeting room, not a place for you to run your mouth." Andrew smirked. "Mrs. Rhodes, you're absolutely right. Which is exactly why I don't think it was necessary to hold such a big meeting just to celebrate Bane's three garbage-tier
Andrew waved a hand dismissively. "I don't have time to explain everything to you, and even if I did, you wouldn't understand it anyway. You just need to know this—if you want to save your father, then do exactly what I tell you to." Logan looked uncertain and shot a quick glance at Chantelle as if to ask, "Who is this guy you brought along, and what's with the ego?" Chantelle's face darkened. "Mr. Keller, this man is Andrew Lloyd—he came at Mr. McCormick's recommendation. But honestly, you don't have to take him seriously. Just carry on with your own plans—ignore him." However, Logan shook his head and turned toward Andrew. "Dr. Lloyd, go ahead. Tell me what you need. As long as it'll help my father, I'll make it happen." His respectful tone stunned Chantelle. She wondered if Logan was out of his mind for believing Andrew just like that. Andrew smiled. "My request is actually pretty simple. If I'm going to treat your father, I expect to be compensated. So, I want access to al
Chantelle could not lash out, so she gritted her teeth and quickly followed behind. Inwardly, she made a mental note to report this arrogant clown to Derek later. To her, Andrew was reckless, so full of hot air, and completely unworthy of trust—nothing but a showboating jester. … Inside the main hall of the Keller residence, the place was packed with people coming and going. A group of specialists and renowned doctors stood gathered, their brows furrowed as they exchanged anxious whispers. One commented, "Mr. Keller Senior's condition is strange—truly bizarre!" "Exactly. His entire face is paralyzed. Even his tongue won't move. He can't swallow even a spoonful of medicine!" Another chimed in, "And the worst part? No one can get within three feet of him. The second anyone tries, they get attacked—some left with cracked skulls, others… well, some didn't make it." "Jeez! That serious? Who would dare try to treat him now? No matter how much the Keller family is offering, it's no
Chantelle was behind the wheel while Andrew rode along in the passenger seat as they headed out to treat Derek's old friend, George Keller. The atmosphere inside the car was tense, with Chantelle's resting expression as frosty and detached as ever, her face practically carved from ice. Andrew was not the kind of guy to throw warmth at a wall of cold, so he simply stayed quiet, staring out the window at the passing streets. After holding back for a while, Chantelle finally could not resist and let out a mocking laugh. "Mr. Lloyd, what a clever move—create your own mess, then try to get Mr. McCormick to step in and clean it up for you. Don't you think you're playing with fire?" Andrew smiled. "Playing with fire? Nah, I don't see it that way. At this point, I'm pretty much one of Mr. McCormick's trusted men. So if the little guy's getting targeted, doesn't it make perfect sense for the boss to step in and fix it?" Chantelle was momentarily stunned before letting out a scoff. "An
Derek said coldly, "These elite families and old-money clans have been feasting off Blumedale like it's their private banquet. They think they can gorge themselves for life, rule without question, and remain unchallenged. "But as long as I'm the one calling the shots in this province, they don't get to do as they please!" Chantelle was startled. She had not expected Andrew to actually ignite Derek's fury. She silently cursed, 'This idiot is already useless on his own, and now even worse, he's using Mr. McCormick as his shield? It's despicable!' Derek turned to Andrew. "Mr. Lloyd, don't worry. Those arrogant bastards—I'll handle them and make sure you get justice. But the reason I brought you here today is something more urgent. There's a matter I need your help with." Andrew lifted a hand and said, "Mr. McCormick, say the word. If I can help, I will." Derek nodded. "Here's the situation—an old friend of mine suddenly found himself fighting for his life. We've brought in nearly
Andrew said indifferently, "I was just being honest. I don't see how that counts as a joke. And besides, didn't you dress up to please Mr. McCormick's eyes?" Chantelle, who usually stayed cool as ice, immediately felt her temper flare. "You…" Andrew could not be bothered to deal with her. Without waiting for any announcement, he pushed open Derek's office door and swaggered in. "Uncouth brute…" Chantelle gritted her teeth and followed behind him with a scowl. Derek's office, just like his reputation, was simple and understated. Aside from two traditional landscape paintings and a few framed family photos, Andrew did not see a single decorative item inside. "Mr. Lloyd, you're here—please, have a seat!" Derek stood up with a warm smile the moment Andrew walked in. Andrew chuckled. "Mr. McCormick, you're the top official in Gabo Creek Province. If you're personally welcoming me, I might start getting a big head. You go ahead and sit—I'll manage just fine." Derek took his sea
The red Ferrari sped down from the mountaintop of The Sovereign Residences, tires slicing through the breeze with precision. Aspen sat in the passenger seat, hesitating for a while before finally speaking. "That Xavier… turns out he's Seth's older brother, and even worse—he's a full-blown colonel. Andrew, a colonel in the military is basically a god to most people. You'd better… watch your back." Andrew hit the brakes and stopped right in front of the gated entrance of The Sovereign Residences. He turned with a grin. "Aspen, are you worried about my safety?" Aspen scoffed, gritting her teeth a little. "Worried is a stretch. I'm just giving you a heads-up. And don't act like it's nothing. We haven't even cleaned up the mess with Seth and Mr. Parks." She added, "And now you've provoked the Haywoods' golden boy too? All I can say is—way to add fuel to the fire." Andrew said flatly, "One loser or 100 losers, there's no real difference." At that moment, the two martial arts guard
Ethan refused to let it go. He pointed at Andrew, cursing under his breath. "Kid, I'm not gonna stoop to your level. But if I actually wanted to deal with you, you wouldn't even live to see the sunrise tomorrow. You better believe that." Xavier stepped forward and looked down at Andrew with a calm, superior gaze. "I can see you've got some skill. Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to stand up to my younger brother, Seth. "But here's a word of advice—you've made too many enemies. And your attitude? It's practically begging for trouble. Sooner or later, it'll catch up to you." Andrew raised a brow. "So that scumbag Seth is your little brother, huh? That means you're from the Haywoods." Although Xavier tried maintaining a cool, aloof front, a hint of arrogance still slipped through his mask. "I'm the eldest son of the Haywoods. Go ask anyone on the streets of Blumedale—see if there's a soul who doesn't know the name Xavier Haywood." Andrew shook his head. "Sorry, but I'm not
Andrew replied coolly, "Alright, fine. I did do it on purpose. But the only reason I chose the room next to yours was so it'd be easier for you to wake me up in the mornings. Nothing more—so don't go overthinking it." Aspen crossed her arms and let out a cold laugh. "You think I'm buying that?" Andrew shrugged. "Whether you believe it or not doesn't matter. Even if I asked you to warm my bed at night, would you dare say no?" "You…" Aspen was instantly at a loss for words. Her cheeks turned pink as she silently fumed. She was sure that the bastard Andrew was still lusting after her body. Andrew seemed to read her mind and scoffed, "You dumb woman. Don't flatter yourself. Do you really think the only reason I went through the trouble of snatching Serenity Villa from Zachary and picked the room next to yours was just to sleep with you?" As Aspen let out a sarcastic chuckle, Andrew headed downstairs, adding, "I did it because you're weak. If you got yourself killed because of on
Aspen ran through every room and checked out the front and back of the house. By the end of it, her legs were sore. Even so, instead of feeling tired, her delicate face was lit up with excitement and wonder. "Hey, this place is hands-down the best, fanciest, and most expensive location I've ever seen in my life!" she said, rubbing her aching calves while smiling up at Andrew. Andrew replied casually, "Judging by that smile you can't wipe off your face, I'm guessing you're falling in love with it?" Aspen pouted. "Saying I'm not would just be lying to myself. Serenity Villa is clearly the kind of estate that money alone can't buy. A place like this… I'd say only the top families in Blumedale are worthy of it." Andrew let out a dismissive snort. "Don't put those so-called Blumedale elites on a pedestal. Serenity Villa isn't some heavenly paradise. Just remember—the view from the top is always the most breathtaking. And Blumedale in Gabo Creek Province? That place barely makes it t