Dylan and Natasha stood amidst a sea of travelers at the Jayrodale Airport's arrival plaza, their crew of over a hundred trained enforcers blending seamlessly into the crowd. They looked relaxed on the surface, but in reality, their eyes were locked on their incoming target—Phantom Eye. Dylan turned and glanced toward the far corner. There, sitting quietly on a bench like a delicate doll, was Shiloh, her face hidden beneath a white veil. She was completely absorbed in scrolling through short videos on her phone. Dylan could not help but grumble, "Seriously? Mr. Lloyd actually sent this scatterbrained woman to deal with Phantom Eye? What the hell was he thinking?" Natasha took one look at Shiloh and felt a muscle twitch in her face. "Quit whining. Mr. Lloyd gave the order, so we should just follow it. Besides, we wouldn't normally even get the chance to face someone like Phantom Eye. This is our shot to see what a Blumedale martial arts legend is really made of." Natasha was
Phantom Eye's gaze lingered on Shiloh's figure, noting her delicate yet perfectly sculpted curves. Once Kenny's business was handled, he figured he might as well have some fun with her—maybe even rekindle an old flame. These were the thoughts leisurely playing out in Phantom Eye's mind. Reality, however, was an entirely different story—Shiloh slapped him so hard that blood gushed out of his mouth as he flew back over 30 feet in an instant, and a loud crash echoed as his body slammed into the ground. Phantom Eye felt like his jaw was about to shatter. His entire head was throbbing, the pain unbearable. At first, the slap had looked so light, almost weightless. Yet, the moment it reached him, it felt like a helicopter rotor tearing through the air, carrying a force that could crush mountains. His survival instincts kicked in immediately, but it was too late. He silently cursed, 'Shit! I've misjudged her strength! I'm screwed!' Natasha and Dylan were utterly stunned, and so wa
Phantom Eye was not dead, but by the time he was dragged to West End, his condition certainly was not any better than Micheal's. His internal organs were wrecked, his jaw was fractured, and he had a concussion. On top of that, several of his nerves were completely shot. "Wake him up!" At Andrew's command, a bucket of ice-cold water was dumped over Phantom Eye's body. His whole body jolted as he gasped awake. The second he regained consciousness, he started coughing uncontrollably, his mouth still dripping with blood. "You're Phantom Eye, the guy Kenny sent to pull off a rescue, huh?" Andrew said casually. "Doesn't look like you did too well, man—you're in pretty bad shape." Phantom Eye's expression darkened as he scanned his surroundings. "You're the first person who's dared to look down on me. I might be a little banged up right now, but killing you would still be a piece of cake." Andrew smirked. "Are you sure about that? You're just a little banged up?" Phantom Eye's f
Dylan and Natasha both struggled to keep a straight face. Just moments ago, Phantom Eye had been someone they feared. But now? He looked like nothing more than a cowardly fool. "Relax, she already left," Andrew said casually. Phantom Eye let out a long breath of relief, and his tone immediately shifted back to arrogance. "If it wasn't for that woman, you'd be on your knees in front of me right now!" Andrew smirked. "Well, I could always call her back—to 'educate' you a little more." Phantom Eye's entire body stiffened. His attitude did a complete 180 as he forced a smile and nodded eagerly. He replied hurriedly, "Mr. Lloyd, whatever you need to know, just ask! I'll tell you everything—no secrets, I swear!" Andrew nodded in satisfaction. "Now that's a good boy. First question—Kenny sent you here to do two things, right? Save Michael and kill me?" Phantom Eye immediately answered, "That's right. Right now, Kenny wants nothing more than to tear you to pieces. Otherwise, he w
In Blumedale, the Rhodes family's patriarch was pacing inside his villa, furious and restless. "Damn it! It's been a whole day already—did that bastard Phantom Eye take the money and run?" No calls were going through, and no one could reach him. At first, Kenny was confident in Phantom Eye. However, as time passed, that confidence turned into gnawing anxiety. Every second wasted meant Michael was one step closer to death. "Dad, calm down," a woman said smoothly, her voice carrying an air of superiority. "Michael will be fine." She was Sherilyn Rhodes, Kenny's eldest daughter. Her presence alone screamed wealth and power—long, deep-red nails, bold red lips, and cascading waves of glossy hair. From head to toe, she radiated the energy of a woman who knew she was above everyone else. Kenny gritted his teeth. "How the hell am I supposed to calm down? You didn't see how bad Michael looked! He's barely holding on! And from what I heard, h-hhe might have lost his manhood. Do you und
Sherilyn's eyes gleamed with malice. "You're right. We have to find a way to sabotage this marriage!" Kenny was about to say something when a housekeeper rushed in. "Sir, Phantom Eye's men are here to see you!" Kenny froze for a moment before his face lit up with joy. "Bring them in! Could it be that he's already brought Michael back to Blumedale?" Sherilyn's face broke into an exaggerated grin, deepening the folds around her mouth. "See, Dad? I told you not to stress so much! Michael's safe and sound now. Phantom Eye is a top-tier fighter on the Underworld Index. Taking down some low-level thug should've been child's play for him!" The father and daughter reassured each other, beaming with confidence. However, the moment Phantom Eye's two men stumbled into the room, their faces were pale, and their legs wobbled like jelly. They collapsed to their knees, gasping for breath. "Sir! Something—something terrible has happened!" Kenny's smile froze, and his expression darkened as
Night had already fallen in Jayrodale, and Andrew was just about to leave West End when Natasha smirked and said, "Darling, that old dog Kenny couldn't hold back any longer. Looks like he's trying to reach you again." Andrew took the phone from her hand and answered the call. "Mr. Kenny, it's late at night—shouldn't you be in bed? What do you want?" Kenny's voice was cold. "Andrew, don't get cocky. Tell me, did you take down Phantom Eye?" Andrew chuckled. "Do you even need to ask? Of course, he was. Not gonna lie, that guy's sharing a cell with Michael right now." Kenny let out a sharp laugh. "You sure like to talk big. Do you even know what kind of powerhouse Phantom Eye is? Who the hell do you think you are? You actually think you took him down? You must be dreaming before you've even gotten into bed." Andrew smirked. "So, you don't believe me, huh, old dog?" Kenny's tone turned even more sinister. "Believe you? I wouldn't believe a single word out of your mouth. I'm not
Natasha, the sultry, shameless widow, was practically on fire, clinging to Andrew like an octopus. She leaned in close, blowing warm breaths against his ear in a voice so sweet and seductive it could take a man's life. Andrew spun around and caught her wandering hand, smirking. "I can't let you take control of a man's most vulnerable spot!" Natasha's cheeks flushed as she tilted her chin up, teasing, "I won't use my hands. How about my mouth?" Andrew nearly choked on his own breath—he had not expected her to be this bold. He quickly surrendered. "Alright, tonight's not a good time. I gave you my word, and I won't go back on it, but another day, okay?" Natasha's eyes sparkled mischievously, a hint of playful desperation in them. "Sure! Another day! I pick today!" Andrew stared at her, speechless. Clearly, her reading comprehension skills were top-tier. "When I say another day, I mean another time." Natasha insisted, "That won't do! There's no time like the present—let's make
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