Lauren stepped forward, her gaze locked onto Tiana. "If you want to lay a hand on Dr. Lloyd, you'll have to go through me first!" Tiana's face hardened. "Foolish girl! Do you have any idea what you're doing? This man has no respect for me; worse—he's a direct threat to Rhodes Corporation. "If I let him live, no one in Jayrodale's younger generation will be able to rival him—not even you. If he ever decides to target you, do you even realize how easily he could manipulate you in your current state?" Lauren stood firm. "I don't care if he has ulterior motives. Even if he does, I'd accept them willingly!" Tiana took a deep breath, suppressing the rage burning inside her. She knew her daughter was already too far gone—too deeply entangled in this mess. She had been young once too, falling for a man of unparalleled talent, completely losing herself in the process. So on some level, she understood Lauren's stubbornness. Marvin's carefully cultivated pawn had proven to be far mor
"You're completely insane!" Lauren's anger exploded on the spot. Michael sneered, his face twisted with arrogance. "So what? I have the power to be arrogant! I've put up with your entire family long enough!" He spat, "And you, Tiana—I'm not afraid of you just because you're the lady of the family. Who becomes the true leader of the Rhodes family is still up for debate!" Lauren's face darkened. "So that's it—you and your father are plotting to take the family head position for yourselves?" Michael let out a low, mocking laugh. "And what if we are? Leadership belongs to whoever earns it. Right now, the Rhodes family's power in Blumedale is far greater than what your father has here. Compared to my father, he's nothing. So, Lauren, I'd say your days of luxury are coming to an end." The executives in the room exchanged uneasy glances. Some of them subtly turned toward Tiana, while others eyed Michael's blatant confidence. Was the Rhodes family truly about to face a major power
No one expected Michael and Kenny to have such powerful connections in Blumedale. Many people's expressions shifted at that moment. Those who had thought Michael was overstepping his bounds and digging his own grave now realized he was not acting recklessly—he had every reason to be confident. This was not just defiance anymore. He had the backing to be arrogant. Tiana warned, "Andrew, you better think carefully. If you let Michael drag the Driscoll family's attention to Jayrodale, it won't just be you—Marvin will be doomed too!" Lauren's voice was filled with frustration. "Why should Dr. Lloyd beg a scumbag like Michael? What did he do wrong to deserve this humiliation?" Tiana snapped, her tone sharp. "The situation is bigger than personal pride! Acting on impulse will only bring destruction! I told you before—there was never a chance for you two. Now the problem has escalated, and if Andrew refuses to submit, he'll face the full wrath of the Driscoll family—that means rele
Michael pointed at his crotch, a smug, taunting grin on his face as he stared Andrew down. He wanted to humiliate him beyond repair, to break him completely and turn him into nothing but a disgrace. The room fell into complete silence. Everyone knew that with Kenny backing him up and the Driscoll family as his trump card, Michael had all the power here. Andrew had no room to resist. Tiana smirked, her eyes full of mockery. She had warned Andrew not to throw himself into the fire, but he refused to listen, too reckless and arrogant for his own good. Now, the Driscoll family's shadow loomed over him, ready to strike at any moment. Andrew had no choice—if he dared to defy them, he and Marvin would be utterly destroyed. Under the weight of countless stares—some sympathetic, some amused, and some outright gloating—Andrew suddenly moved, and what he did next stunned everyone. Without any hesitation, he raised his hand and slapped Michael across the face. A crisp smack echoed t
Everyone thought Andrew was beyond mad and reckless—he was downright unstoppable. Even with Kenny and the insurmountable force of the Driscoll family looming over him, he still dared to beat Michael to a pulp. Even Tiana could not help but suck in a sharp breath. Unable to hold back any longer, he shouted, "Stop, Andrew! If you kill him, you won't just destroy yourself—you'll drag Lauren down with you!" She shot to her feet, her voice laced with fury. Andrew did not even spare her a glance. His voice was cold. "Relax. I take full responsibility for my actions. Kenny, the entire Rhodes family, and even the Driscoll family—if any of them think they can control me, they can give it a try." Michael lay sprawled on the floor, his bloodshot eyes locked onto Andrew. His breath was shallow and ragged as he mumbled, "Y-You're doomed…" Andrew did not bother responding and simply kicked Michael square in the face. Michael's eyes rolled back, and his body went completely limp. No one c
Tiana barked out an order, her voice sharp. "Jerry, take Lauren away. Now!" Jerry immediately gripped Lauren by the arm, hurried her out of the building, and straight back to the Rhodes residence. Meanwhile, Andrew pulled out his phone and made a call. "Come get this dead loser out of here." Tiana's expression turned even colder. "You're seriously not planning to run? Even now, you're still standing here, wasting time?" Andrew glanced at her and let out a mocking chuckle. "Did I ever say I was running, Mrs. Rhodes?" Tiana's head buzzed as if she had just been struck. Her voice turned razor-sharp. "Andrew, do you actually think you can go up against Kenny and the Golding family? "You have no idea what you've done. Your reckless, idiotic bravado isn't just going to get you killed—it's going to drag Marvin down with you! You didn't just make a mess—you just signed a death warrant for yourself and everyone around you!" Andrew remained expressionless, completely unfazed by he
Andrew felt like his head was about to explode. Was there anyone around him who was not completely insane? Tiana scoffed, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Well, at least you had the decency to warn Marvin ahead of time so he could prepare. But it won't make a difference. Against the Golding family, one of the Five Apex Families, Marvin won't even have the right to speak—he'll just be forced to smile and nod. "And if Marvin dares to say even one wrong word? He'll end up dead too. So no one can help you, Andrew. You have no way out but to run for your life while you still can!" Tiana had only heard Andrew's side of the phone call with Marvin. If she had actually heard Marvin's response, she probably would not have said any of this. Instead, her eyes would have widened in sheer disbelief, thinking that Andrew and Marvin were both lunatics. … At that moment, Dylan arrived at Rhodes Corporation with his men. Andrew did not waste time with explanations—he simply motioned for them t
Tiana hung up the phone without hesitation. She did not need to think twice to know that Kenny would definitely be coming after Andrew now. After all, his only son was in Andrew's hands, barely clinging to life. If Kenny did not retaliate, pigs would surely start flying. Tiana let out a cold sneer and muttered, "That reckless idiot… he could've been a diamond in the rough, but instead, he's throwing himself into the fire. "His arrogance, his overinflated sense of confidence—it's all just a show, isn't it? He's trying to prove to me that he's worthy of Lauren. Hah! What a joke. Instead, he's dug his own grave." The more she thought about Andrew's blatant defiance, the angrier she became. To her, all of this was his way of trying to show off his strength in front of her. Then again, what was the point? Joe did not even have to lift a finger, and people would naturally bow before him, recognizing him as a king among men. Meanwhile, no matter how much Andrew fought or how much nois
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