Leroy nursed his stinging cheek in angry silence, looking daggers at Andrew. Meanwhile, Christina's face turned pale at the mention of canceling the partnership. She quickly said, "Mr. Maloney, I'm very sorry for Leroy's behavior and disrespect." Owen just sneered. "Your apology means nothing to me. Mr. Lloyd has the final say." Christina was torn at the thought of apologizing to Andre. However, Owen's furious expression made her realize the orphanage deal could slip through their fingers if she did not. After a moment of internal struggle, she forced out the words, "I'm sorry, M-Mr. Lloyd." Andrew smirked. "Ms. Stevens, I'd never thought you'd actually bow to someone." Christina hissed, "Does it feel good to use Mr. Yates' influence to humiliate me?" Andrew's expression remained cold, thinking how stupid she was being. If he really wanted to deal with the Stevens family, he could do it with a snap of his fingers—he did not need anyone's help. Only then did Andrew re
"This doesn't make sense. Mr. Thatcher is in his prime, and my team monitors his health constantly. How could he fall ill so suddenly?" Bernard muttered. As Mark's personal physician, the incident weighed heavily on his shoulders. Harvey confidently announced, "I've already called Dr. Aicker, and he can surely help with Mr. Thatcher's illness." Someone remarked, "Smart move, Mr. Weller. If Dr. Aicker saves Mr. Thatcher, the Wellers will certainly gain his favor." Another person nodded. "Exactly. If Mr. Thatcher recovers, the credit will surely go to Mr. Weller and his family." Even though he was secretly pleased with himself, Harvey maintained a serious expression. "Mr. Thatcher is our mayor, and it's only natural for me to help. I wouldn't dare have any ulterior motives." The mayor's family expressed their sincere thanks to Harvey, while Bernard watched with a cynical smile. He could see right through the young Weller's scheme—everyone wanted to earn the mayor's gratitude b
Harvey scoffed, annoyed by Lauren's naivety. She was once a brilliant, captivating woman, but she lost her sense ever since she started seeing Andrew. Not only that, but she even dared to challenge him. As Cedric finished his examination, Harvey rushed forward with a smile. "Dr. Aicker, while Mr. Thatcher's condition might stump others, surely it's no challenge for someone of your expertise?" Cedric remained silent, his brows deeply furrowed, which made Harvey's heart skip a beat. "Dr. Aicker, please say something. How is Mr. Thatcher's condition?" Cedric shook his head, sighing. "I've identified the illness, but I'm afraid it's beyond my skills to treat him." The room fell into shocked silence. Harvey refused to accept this. "Dr. Aicker, don't say that about yourself. Mr. Thatcher's life is on the line. Please, do whatever you can!" Cedric replied sharply, "If I could treat him, I would have done so already. Mr. Thatcher's condition affects his entire system, and it's term
Someone questioned, "Is the Rhodes family so desperate for Mr. Thatcher's favor, just like the Wellers?" "It's absurd to let a random doctor experiment when even Dr. Aicker is uncertain." Harvey's grin deepened as the complaints grew. If the Weller family could not benefit from this situation, he would make sure the Rhodes family would not either. "Everyone, quiet down," Cedric interrupted. "Who said no one can treat Mr. Thatcher? I'll call my mentor right away." The room fell silent in surprise. Cedric was already Jayrodale's top medical expert, and they were all stunned to hear he had a mentor. Besides, Cedric was already quite old, and his mentor must be even older. At that age, could the miracle doctor still treat others? "Dr. Aicker, who is this mentor of yours?" Harvey asked skeptically. Cedric snorted, "That's none of your concern, but I guarantee if my mentor can't cure Mr. Thatcher, no one can." As Cedric reached for his phone, he suddenly stopped and frowned
Meanwhile, Andrew did not waste time on the South City Orphanage project. He quickly left with Mark's driver, immediately heading toward the Thatcher residence. "I can't believe it. This loser suddenly has people picking him up now?" Irene muttered under her breath with obvious jealousy. "That was Mr. Thatcher's driver just now, wasn't it?" Leroy pondered aloud. "And that license plate looked like Mr. Thatcher's personal one. I wonder why they'd pick up someone like him." "Nonsense! Why would Mr. Thatcher's driver come for him?" Irene scoffed dismissively. "He's a nobody! And let me tell you, for someone so young, your eyesight is worse than mine!" Christina was the only one who was genuinely stunned, as she was sure that the driver was indeed Mark's personal driver, and that luxury car was definitely Mark's private vehicle. She wondered if Andrew had somehow become Mark's honored guest, though she quickly dismissed the thought as impossible, believing there must be some ot
Bernard felt a chill running down his spine when he saw Andrew appear, as he realized that this man might actually be capable of curing Mark's condition. Andrew completely ignored the ongoing debate outside and proceeded to take out his silver needles, working swiftly to target several major pressure points around Mark's body. Cedric watched intently from the side, hoping to learn something from Andrew's technique. 'Such masterful needlework! He instantly identified Mr. Thatcher's condition and acted without hesitation. This young man truly has the skills of a legendary healer,' he thought to himself, his desire to become Andrew's apprentice growing stronger with each passing moment. After a few minutes of Andrew's treatment, Mark regained consciousness. "There are two conflicting energies remaining in Mr. Thatcher's body," Andrew explained while continuing the treatment. "If I'm not mistaken, this was caused by an attack from a martial arts master, and based on how deepl
Andrew chuckled. "This is nothing to me!" Then, he pressed his palm against Mark's main pressure points while his right hand swiftly inserted three silver needles with a skillful flick. Instantly, two distinct energies surged from Mark's body. He winced in pain but soon let out a deep breath, feeling an incredible lightness. "Is it over already?" Mark asked Andrew in disbelief. "Yes, it's done," Andrew replied with a smile. Mark stared at Andrew intently and stated, "What remained in my body was energy left by a grandmaster. An ordinary person would be completely destroyed just by touching it, yet you handled it without breaking a sweat. If I'm not mistaken, you must be a martial arts master yourself?" Instead of answering directly, Andrew simply smiled and said, "Mr. Thatcher, you should rest now. I'll write two prescriptions, and with two months of recovery, you'll be completely healed." After leaving the prescriptions, Andrew walked out of the room. Immediately, Laure
The invited guests would undoubtedly receive Mark's favor and shower of gratitude. Even after all his scheming, Harvey had absolutely nothing to show for it, which left him seething with frustration. What angered him most was Andrew, that loser, somehow managed to steal his spotlight. He was supposed to be Jayrodale's golden boy, the rising star of the younger generation destined for greatness. Harvey growled through gritted teeth, "Andrew, you've stolen my thunder one too many times. Just wait—I'll find a way to take you down!" Burning with anger and resentment, he stormed out of the Thatcher residence. Just then, Christina called and asked, "Harvey, how's Mr. Thatcher doing?" Harvey forced a laugh, trying to keep his voice steady as he replied, "Everything's fine now. He's cured." Christina exclaimed in surprise, "That's wonderful news! But who managed to heal him? Was it Dr. Aicker, the one you invited?" "Of course," Harvey lied smoothly, not showing an ounce of sh
The crowd could not help but wonder if Andrew was just that hurried to die, "Dragon Claw Strike!" With a low, lethal growl, Ellis struck, his eyes full of murder. His hands curled into claws, shooting straight for Andrew's chest and eyes, going for nothing less than a kill shot right from the start. However, Andrew's expression did not change. He stepped back once, then again, calm and fluid. It looked casual, but every move was calculated—just enough to slip right past Ellis's deadly thrusts. "Not bad. That's some decent footwork," Ellis sneered, his tone mocking even as he circled again. Then, his wiry frame lunged low, sweeping toward Andrew with a lightning-fast kick. Andrew's voice remained quiet and steady. "Dragon Claw Strike and Golden Cicada Stance are elite techniques from Silverthorn Monastery. Too bad you only learned the shell, not the substance." He stopped moving. Like a rock in a river, his stance suddenly locked in place. Ellis's sweeping legs, fast as
The bald man, Ellis, was not some no-name street thug—he was well-known in Blumedale. Among Mosby's apprentices, he was one of the rare few with zero talent in medicine but exceptional prowess in martial arts. Insiders knew the truth—Mosby had not taken Ellis in to pass on his medical legacy or help heal the sick. He wanted muscle, someone who could handle the dirty work behind closed doors. The whispers began almost instantly among the growing crowd. "This is bad. That's Mosby's third apprentice—trained under the monks at Silverthorn Monastery. I heard he's so powerful he can crack stone with his bare hands." Another chimed in, "Genesis Dispensary isn't the kind of place you just stroll into looking for trouble. That young guy's finished." "Well… I don't know. Judging from what I saw earlier, the guy's no amateur either." "Amateur? My ass. Ellis doesn't hold back. People have died under his fists before. That punk's either going to be crippled or dead in minutes..." More a
Barely two minutes had passed, but every single one of Genesis Dispensary's enforcers lay sprawled on the ground—some unconscious, some writhing in pain, and some not even moving. Janice clutched the edge of her sleeve, her face pale as a sheet. She stared at Andrew in shock, as if not recognizing this man. The Andrew she knew was gentle, refined, eloquent—someone who had won her grandfather's respect the moment they met, a miracle doctor with endless skill. However, the Andrew standing before her now was the complete opposite—ruthless, cold-blooded, and surrounded by a sea of blood from the beatings he had just handed out. Old Hayface's legs trembled as he stared at Andrew like he had seen a ghost, thinking this was beyond insane. How could some young punk wipe out all of Genesis Dispensary's muscle like it was nothing? He shook his head furiously in denial. "Andrew, you've messed up big time—real big. Mr. Lake is on his way and—" Before he could finish, Andrew delivered t
The red Ferrari screeched to a stop in front of the famous Genesis Dispensary like a streak of lightning. The dramatic entrance instantly caught the attention of pedestrians walking by. "Who the hell do you think you are? Driving that flashy piece of crap like you own the place? Move it before we lock your ass in!" Two burly security thugs stationed at the entrance of Genesis Dispensary stomped over, cursing as they approached. Janice jumped out of the car in a panic and rushed to explain, "I'm sorry, sirs, really sorry! We'll leave right now, please don't—" However, before she could even finish her sentence, Andrew stepped forward and slapped both men across the face. Each blow landed with a crack, and neither man had time to react before their heads slammed into the pavement, completely unconscious. Janice stood frozen, wondering if Andrew had always had such an explosive temper. How had she never seen this side of him before? "You bastard! You think you can hit our guy
Ronan's Oak Apothecary had built a modest but respected reputation in Blumedale, so having him gather the herbs was a huge time-saver for Andrew. However, the moment Andrew stepped into the shop, Janice Bates came running toward him in tears. "Andrew! My grandpa… he got hurt! Someone beat him up!" she cried, sobbing uncontrollably. Andrew's brows furrowed. "Janice, stop crying for now. Take me to him." In the back room, Ronan was lying on a bed, clearly injured. Two red handprints burned across his cheeks, and his forehead was bruised and bleeding as if someone had shoved him hard against something. "Mr. Lloyd… you came," Ronan said weakly, trying to sit up. "Forgive me, I've failed you." Andrew quickly motioned for him to stop talking. "Don't waste your breath. Let's get you patched up first." After checking him over, Andrew was relieved to find that Ronan had only suffered surface wounds and a badly twisted waist. He worked swiftly, massaging the injured muscles and ap
The awkward silence lasted for almost half an hour. Eventually, Aspen regained enough strength in her legs to move again. Without a word and her face icy cold, she reached for the car door, desperate to leave. Andrew quickly grabbed her wrist and said, "I'll drive you home so you can change clothes. Especially your skirt and stockings—they're completely soaked." Aspen immediately blushed crimson, embarrassment flooding up her neck and across her cheeks. She ground her teeth angrily and snapped, "No need!" Andrew ignored her protests completely, starting the Ferrari and driving straight back to The Sovereign Residences. Neither said a word during the entire drive. Andrew genuinely did not know what to say. Everything had been perfectly normal until he suddenly crossed the line with Aspen. It was just like those old movies, where the wealthy guy ended up sleeping with his favorite maid. Technically, Andrew had not done anything wrong; Aspen was his slave, after all. Nonethe
Andrew shook his head slowly and said, "No, you're not like some middle-aged lunatic, and you're definitely not trash or a hooker. You look like a cute little bunny rabbit, just begging to be eaten up. You forced my hand, Aspen!" As soon as he finished speaking, Aspen's eyes widened in sudden panic, realizing what was about to happen. She struggled fiercely, desperate to escape Andrew's grasp. Her voice trembled with tears as she pleaded, "No, no, no! Andrew—Mr. Lloyd—I'm sorry, I admit it, I was wrong! I swear, I won't do it again, please don't do this—please, no!" Her frantic protests ended abruptly with a soft, electric whimper as Andrew silenced her, pressing his mouth firmly onto hers. What followed was a hungry, unstoppable kiss, intense and overwhelming. Aspen's clear eyes widened, her expression first filled with shame and anger, then disbelief, and finally melting into a dazed, dreamy blankness. Their rapid breathing mingled in the confined space of the Ferrari, th
Andrew let out a cold laugh as he stared at the trembling Aspen right in front of him. "What am I doing? What do you think I'm doing? When you were trying to suppress Christina and Davon earlier, you used my presence to scare them off. Don't tell me you forgot that?" Aspen flushed, both embarrassed and angry. "I didn't forget! But what I said—was any of it wrong?" Andrew snorted. "No, it wasn't wrong. But you did get one thing messed up: your grudge with Christina has nothing to do with me, so don't drag me into it just to make yourself look good. You used your own boss as a pawn. That takes some guts, Aspen." Aspen instantly felt a chill. She shrank back and begged, "I-I-I… I won't do it again, okay? Andrew, just let me down first. My butt's right up against the window, and if someone walks by and sees this, how the hell am I supposed to live that down?" The corner of Andrew's lips curved into a teasing grin. "Isn't that perfect? You're my little secretary. This? This is very
Someone joked loudly, "But we get it… I mean, with a secretary like that, why would you even look at anyone else?" The others burst into raucous laughter, not bothering to hide it even in front of Aspen's increasingly dark expression. "Exactly!" another chimed in. "Mr. Lloyd is living the dream. Damn, I look at my office girl and suddenly feel dead inside!" "Mr. Lloyd's not just talented—he's got the best of both worlds. That little secretary of his is a top-tier beauty!" A bespectacled executive chuckled crudely and added, "Mr. Lloyd, let me give you a piece of advice: when there's work, let the secretary handle it; when there's no work, handle the secretary! That line fits you perfectly!" The entire room erupted in laughter as Aspen's face flushed deep red, her cheeks burning. Furious, she shot Andrew a murderous glare, then stormed out of the room in her heels without a word. Andrew, looking utterly unbothered, leisurely followed behind. He even muttered to himself, "Han