Aspen did not even want to imagine what would happen if Andrew had personally taken action. Even Gordon, the strongest fighter in the Bridgefields Stevens family, had already fallen.
Now, there was no one left in the family who could even dream of challenging Andrew.
Andrew glanced at Aspen kneeling before him and smirked. "Aspen, I was more used to you standing tall, looking at me with that arrogant gaze, speaking to me like you owned the world."
Aspen's body trembled, and she quickly shook her head. "No, no, Mr. Lloyd! I wouldn't dare—I truly know my mistakes! If you want to kill me, sell me, torture me—whatever it is, I won't resist."
She continued, "I just beg you, please spare my father and the rest of the Bridgefields Stevens family. They only came here because of me! If anyone deserves to die, it's me, not them!"
Andrew scoffed. "The moment Gordon died, you should have known when to cut your losses. But your arrogance blinded you, Aspen. So tell me, why should I spare
