Andrew stood up and said calmly, "If he dares to come with bad intentions, then I'll make sure he never leaves." Michael led the way, forcing a smile. "Andrew, Lauren, I'm here to take you both back to the company." Andrew raised a hand. "Hold it right there. Moonlit Apothecary doesn't let stray dogs just wander in." Michael's smile froze instantly, his expression darkening. "Andrew, don't push it too far." Behind him, the group of executives also looked uncomfortable. The first thing Andrew did was put him in his place—this guy really had no shame. Andrew tilted his head. "What? Do you think calling you a dog is too much? Look at your attitude—does this look like you're here to ask someone for help? Get on your knees before you speak to me." Michael's temple throbbed with rage. "Andrew, I already came here in person. That should be enough. If you push things too far, it won't end well for anyone!" Andrew chuckled. "Oh no, I'm not pushing anything—I'm simply stating the t
Michael roared in fury, thrashing violently as the group of executives pinned him down. Like a pack of butchers restraining a wild hog, they forced him into a deep bow. One by one, they followed suit, completing the bowing and begging for mercy. Michael's forehead slammed into the floor with each bow, the impact echoing through the room. Within moments, his forehead was red and swollen. Lauren and Francesca stood frozen, staring in utter disbelief. Seeing Michael, of all people, humiliated like this felt almost surreal. Lauren finally turned to Andrew. "Dr. Lloyd, was this your doing?" Andrew replied calmly, "How could I possibly arrange something like this? Mr. Rhodes simply had a change of heart. He realized he owed you an apology, so he's making amends in the most respectful way possible—by personally inviting you back to take charge." Lauren narrowed her eyes at Michael. "Is that really what you're thinking?" Michael's lips trembled as he held back tears. "Y-Yeah… Tha
If Lauren was not willing, then Rhodes Corporation could crash and burn, and Andrew would not spare it another glance. Tiana hesitated before stepping forward. "Lauren, are you alright?" There was a flicker of guilt in her eyes—pain and regret flashing for just a moment. She was still tormented by the fact that she had slapped Lauren, and no matter how much time passed, she could not shake the guilt. However, this kind of pain—Tiana could not bring herself to express it. Lauren's face remained emotionless. "Why the act, Mrs. Rhodes? Do you actually care whether I'm fine or not? "Would it really matter to you?" Tiana was at a loss for words. Andrew, sensing the tension between the mother and daughter, cut in. "Mrs. Rhodes, we can take over this mess. But there's one condition—you need to step back and give up control." Tiana quickly nodded. "As long as you can clean this up, you can run the company however you want!" Andrew's tone sharpened. "I don't just need everyone e
Lauren furrowed her brows, about to ask why. However, before she could, Andrew had already waved over the head of the public relations department. "You're Mr. Brown, right? Come here. I need a word with you." Jay Brown strode over, his face ice-cold. "Mr. Lloyd, what do you want to talk about?" Andrew's tone was calm yet sharp. "I want to discuss how you blatantly disobeyed the CEO's orders and what consequences you should face for it." Jay's eyes widened in shock before he snapped in fury. "Andrew, stop acting like you have real authority! Do you think I'm scared of you?" Andrew did not waste time arguing—his face remained cold as he delivered a brutal slap. Jay did not even have time to grunt before blood gushed out from his mouth, and he was sent flying. The moment he hit the ground, he passed out cold. The effect was immediate—several of Michael's lackeys, who had been acting tough just moments ago, shut their mouths tight. One by one, they lowered their heads and kept
Michael's face darkened as he cursed Andrew in his mind. 'That bastard… Like hell I'd want to die with him!' Lauren barely held back a laugh, secretly loving Andrew's antics. She was touched, knowing that Andrew was going after Michael just to stand up for her. She continued methodically, addressing each urgent matter one by one. "Last two things—do everything possible to win back the business partners we lost," she instructed. "They only cut ties with us because they were misled by the online smear campaign. If we can convince them otherwise, we can restore those partnerships." Toward the end, she hesitated, her brows slightly furrowed, as if struggling with something. Andrew chuckled. "You're stressing over handling the Wellers' warehouse fire, aren't you?" Lauren nodded. "Dr. Lloyd, you really do get me. Most of our other problems can be dealt with through PR, advertising, and strategic business moves. But the Wellers' warehouse fire is already a national scandal. To be
No one paid any attention to Michael and his twisted comments. Everyone was waiting for Andrew and Lauren's next instructions. Andrew said, "Lauren, I don't think we should go head-to-head with the Wellers over the warehouse fire." Lauren nodded. "I was thinking the same. Right now, the public is on their side, and the internet is flooded with support for them. If we try to argue our case directly, people will just see Rhodes Corporation as the villain." Andrew smirked. "Which is why we should shift the focus." Lauren thought for a moment before her eyes lit up. "You mean we create a new media storm—one big enough to replace the warehouse fire scandal and divert public attention?" Andrew gave her an approving look. "That's my girl—always quick on the uptake." Excited, Lauren's mind raced, quickly coming up with possible solutions. "Dr. Lloyd, I swear, you're a lifesaver. The moment you pointed it out, everything just clicked. If we create a bigger national talking point, th
Cedric said, "When it comes to holistic medicine and wellness, this person has made quite a name for herself. In fact, in the entire Gabo Creek region, she's renowned for her expertise in health and longevity." He added, "Many high-society women from Jayrodale line up just to seek her advice on beauty and anti-aging remedies whenever they get the chance." Andrew's face lit up. "A wellness expert? That's perfect—getting her to endorse our miracle drug would be an ideal fit." Cedric, however, frowned. "It's a good idea, but there are two major obstacles." "First, my old friend isn't very social—she prefers solitude and spends most of her time in The Southern Highlands. Over the years, plenty of wealthy elites and high-ranking officials have tried to meet her, but most never even get past her front door. "Second, her background is rather unique—she isn't exactly someone from 'our world.' If you wanted to consult her for wellness knowledge, I could arrange that, but getting her t
However, Andrew had overestimated Michael's driving skills. Once they left Jayrodale and hit the winding roads toward The Southern Highlands, Michael miscalculated a sharp turn and scraped the car against the guardrail. Luckily, he hit the brakes in time. Andrew stepped out to inspect the damage and found only a minor dent—not enough to affect the car's performance. Michael climbed out of the driver's seat, looking annoyed. "Damn it! These roads are absolute garbage. Why don't they just widen them or make the turns less sharp?" Andrew shot him a glance. "Oh? So instead of admitting you suck at driving, you're blaming the roads?" Michael stiffened and huffed. "Am I wrong? If these roads were as wide as the city highways, I wouldn't have hit anything!" Andrew let out a cold laugh. "By that logic, if I were your dad, does that mean I could smack you upside the head right now?" Michael's expression immediately darkened. He did not dare talk back—out in the middle of nowhere lik
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