Andrew smiled and said, "Relax, Mrs. Rhodes. Don't worry—I'm not here to settle the score for the things you did in the past." Tiana instinctively wanted to snap back. However, the moment she remembered this guy could probably pin her down with one hand, she swallowed her temper fast. She huffed, "Fine. You did the Rhodes family a huge favor today and even saved both our lives. If you wanted to come after me, I'd honestly have no choice but to take it." Jameson chuckled and said, "Tiana, you don't need to be so passive-aggressive. Andy's not that petty. He never had any intention of coming after you." Andrew nodded. "Mr. Rhodes gets me." Jameson looked Andrew up and down with admiration in his eyes. "Andy, I totally misjudged you. I never thought you were hiding your true power—you're on a whole other level!" He laughed heartily, adding, "You and Lauren are a perfect match!" Tiana scoffed unwillingly. "It's too soon to say things like that! Aidan might be gone, but Kenny
Sherilyn sneered, "But don't forget—I'm the daughter-in-law of the Goldings. So what if you killed Aidan? To me, you're still nothing but a bug under my shoe!" The entire Rhodes family looked visibly uncomfortable. Sherilyn, now part of the Goldings by marriage, was no longer just their problem—she had serious backing. And the truth was, none of them dared to lay a finger on her, because the Rhodes family could not afford to provoke the wrath of the Goldings. Amid the tension, Andrew chuckled. "Is that what all the fuss is about? Do you seriously think marrying into the Goldings makes you untouchable? Like you're too good to slap?" As he walked toward her, Sherilyn burst out laughing in fury. "What, are you actually going to hit me? Please! I'm standing right here, Andrew. If you've got the guts, go ahead—hit me!" Kenny stepped up quickly, warning, "Andrew, I know you're reckless and fearless, thinking the world owes you nothing. But I'm warning you now—Sherilyn is carrying
Andrew said coldly "Weren't you the one bragging about carrying the Goldings' heir? Didn't you think marrying into the Goldings made you superior, untouchable? Well, I just slapped the hell out of you, and now you're bawling like a child. So go on, keep insulting me." He lowered his hand, face expressionless, eyes locked on Sherilyn. Sherilyn's head was spinning, her face completely numb from the strikes. She stammered, "You little bas—Andrew, you actually hit me… You actually hit a pregnant woman. I swear, you're finished. My husband will kill you!" Her rage burned to the point she wanted to rip Andrew apart, but the words stuck in her throat. After that last round of slaps, Sherilyn had started questioning reality itself. Just then, a Rhodes family guard burst into the room, out of breath. He shouted, "Mr. and Mrs. Rhodes! We've got trouble—the Goldings are here!" Jameson's face changed. "Shut the gates. Tell them we're not receiving visitors today!" Tiana shook her he
Wherever Elon's eyes landed, no one dared meet his gaze. Jameson's voice was firm but steady. "Elon, showing up uninvited—what exactly are the Goldings planning to do here?" Elon's tone was icy. "Mr. Jameson, I'm here because Sherilyn was assaulted—right here in your home." He scoffed, "And so what if I wasn't invited? What, you think the Rhodes family is in any position to go head-to-head with the Goldings?" The arrogance in his voice made every member of the Rhodes family clench their fists—but none of them dared speak up. Tiana stepped in, her tone sharp. "Elon, if you came to take Sherilyn with you, fine. She's right there. Take her and leave—now." Elon grinned, but the smile never reached his eyes. "Mrs. Rhodes, are you really trying to rush me out like that? Do you think that's going to happen? I came all this way, fully prepared and with backup. You think I'm just going to walk away without drawing blood?" As the chilling words left his mouth, Elon's beady eyes fin
Andrew let out a cold laugh. "Fatty, let's not pretend you know your body better than anyone. Back in Jayrodale, I could already tell. "You're overweight, constantly drenched in cold sweat, panting like you ran a mile after two steps. If I had to guess, I'd say you've got a rare form of obesity. One of those conditions where even drinking water makes you gain weight, right?" Elon's eyes flickered with panic. "How… how do you know that?" For a moment, the thought of ordering his men to strike completely vanished from his mind. Andrew replied calmly, "How I know is none of your business." "What I do want to tell you is this—your condition isn't just your average weight issue." "Your internal energy flow is completely imbalanced, your bodily systems are shot, and every ounce of nourishment you take in goes straight to your fat stores. And that means, when it comes to your sexual performance, your penis probably isn't just useless, it's starving. "In fact, if I'm right—and I
Jameson nodded in full agreement. "How is that over the line? Andy's speaking the truth! A man can be without money, without a name—but the one thing he can't be is impotent! Look at me! I'm still going strong all these years… isn't that why you fell for me?" Tiana's face flushed as she snapped, "Shut your damn mouth!" Elon's expression was no longer just sour—it was pitch black, storm-level fury written across his face. Kenny noticed things were going off the rails and shouted, "Elon, you'd rather believe some outsider than your own wife? Sherilyn has been nothing but loyal since marrying into your family—she's always by your side! "If she's pregnant, it has to be yours! What other explanation could there possibly be?" However, Elon did not answer. He did not even look at Kenny. Instead, he turned toward Sherilyn, his voice dropping low. "I'll ask just once. Is what Andrew said complete nonsense, or is there truth to it?" Sherilyn exploded. "Elon, are you seriously losin
Elon roared at the top of his lungs. "And another thing, you lying bitch! You're pregnant, but I had to hear it for the first time in this damn room, during a standoff with Andrew? "Not a single word these past few weeks. If today hadn't gone down the way it did, I'd still be in the dark, wouldn't I?" Sherilyn sobbed through her tears. "Elon, please—just listen to me, okay? Just hear me out! It's not what you think! I-I just wanted to surprise you. That's why I didn't say anything!" Andrew clicked his tongue. "Wow. What a surprise, alright. Sherilyn, I'm guessing the moment you found out you were pregnant, you realized the baby wasn't Elon's—and that's when the panic set in. "You kept your mouth shut, hoping to cover it up. And today, in front of everyone, you got cocky and slipped up. You thought carrying a Goldings' baby gave you prestige. Instead, you just tripped over your own lie. "But hey, no need to drag this out, Fatty. Just go to the hospital and get a paternity tes
Sherilyn stammered, "I-I only remember that night at the private club, and we were partying hard. We all got drunk—me and my two girlfriends—and then…" Her voice cracked, but she forced herself to continue. "After that, everything went black. When I woke up, there were eight male escorts in the room with us, along with me and my two besties…" The room collectively sucked in a breath. It was just too much, too shocking, and too outrageous. Even Kenny stared at Sherilyn like she had morphed into some kind of monster. Elon's massive body stumbled back a few steps with loud thuds. He could barely keep his balance, eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at Sherilyn. "So, you, plus your two girlfriends… and eight male escorts? That's… 11 people! You had an eleven-person orgy? That's not just wild—that's straight-up animal behavior!" Two of the Goldings' elite guards rushed forward and caught Elon just in time. They could tell that if they did not hold him up, he was about to collaps
It felt to Tiana like she had fallen into a vast, unfamiliar net—one she had never experienced before. She was sinking, drifting, wanting to break free. Yet, she was addicted to the thrill of it all. All these conflicting emotions passed through her in the blink of an eye, though they were layered and complex. Meanwhile, Andrew was completely unaware of the chaotic thoughts swirling inside her. To him, this was just another straightforward medical procedure. He was careful and respectful. He only touched what he had to, avoiding sensitive areas entirely. As a doctor, Andrew had no sense of guilt about what he was doing. Illness knew no gender; treatment was treatment. That was how he saw it. Whether others saw it the same way was not his concern. He calmly explained, "Stimulating your pressure points with needles and smoothing the meridians with massage helped your condition today. "But in the end, to restore proper balance, you'll still need a medicinal remedy to regulate
Tiana flinched, both shocked and furious, but she had no chance of dodging him. Under Andrew's hand, she did not stand a chance. However, the loud smack that followed was not across her face—it landed squarely on a pressure point along her waist. A wave of sharp pain shot through her body like a crashing tide. She gasped, "Ah… Andrew, you… stop, that hurts…" A strange moan escaped her lips, echoing awkwardly in the quiet room. Andrew muttered under his breath, cursing her madness. Without wasting time, he lifted her up and laid her down across the bed. Tiana stared up at him in disbelief, her eyes wide—until he pulled out a slim, metallic object. A gleaming golden acupuncture needle. "Mrs. Rhodes, your speech is erratic, your energy's spiking. I'll give you a few needles to stabilize your condition," Andrew said calmly. With that, he plunged the first needle into a targeted spot on her body. Tiana's breath hitched as her lips parted, and her reaction was a mix of pai
"If you called me here just to ask something this ridiculous, Mrs. Rhodes, then I'll be going now," Andrew said flatly as he turned toward the door. He did not dare stay a second longer, worried Tiana might start acting crazy like she did last time. If things spiraled out of control and someone like Jameson walked in on them, not even a hundred confessions could clear his name. "Stop right there!" Tiana snapped, her brows raised in defiance. "What's the matter? Are you that scared of being alone with me?" Andrew paused and looked back, his brows still tightly furrowed. "Mrs. Rhodes, you and I both know this isn't appropriate." Tiana stepped forward with a graceful sway, a trace of perfume trailing in her wake as she stopped right beside him. Her lips curled in a playful smile. "What's not appropriate? Can't a mother-in-law spend a little one-on-one time with her future son-in-law?" Andrew fell silent, exasperated. "You said you weren't feeling well. If you need help, I'll tak
Andrew finally paid a visit to the Rhodes family. "Andy, you're here! Come in, have a seat," Jameson greeted warmly, his tone unusually enthusiastic. The way he looked at Andrew was not just the admiration of a family elder—it was the hopeful gaze of someone eyeing a perfect son-in-law. Lauren giggled behind her hand. "Andrew, you've become quite the welcome guest around here. Everyone in the Rhodes family is thrilled you came." Andrew glanced around casually and noticed several of the Rhodes family's core members smiling and nodding in greeting. A few girls around Lauren's age were sneaking glances his way, their cheeks tinged pink. Cecelia, the youngest among them, blurted out, "Andrew, when are you marrying Lauren?" Andrew laughed and replied, "Anytime works for me." Cecelia clapped her hands excitedly. "Great! Let's do the wedding today and the honeymoon tonight!" Jameson's eyes widened. "Cece! Stop saying nonsense!" His youngest daughter was a wild one—always blu
Logan nodded and smiled. "Andrew's medical skills really are rare. Medicine is a deep and complex field, and among the younger generation in Blumedale, hardly anyone has any decent understanding of it. "Even top talents like Joe Driscoll or Luna Phelan from the three major families are focused on martial arts. When it comes to healing, there's nothing to talk about." George beamed. "What makes Andrew truly special is that he's not only exceptional in medicine, but his martial prowess is also extraordinary. Just the fact that he's survived the joint manhunt from two powerful families already tells me he's not to be underestimated." Logan frowned. "There's a rumor going around that Andrew survived only because someone powerful is secretly protecting him." George scoffed. "That's just idle gossip from nobodies parroting what they hear. If Andrew were weak, no amount of backing could keep him alive. Logan, remember this—life throws us many challenges, but there's one hurdle you mus
Elon's face turned red from the scolding, and he muttered bitterly, "I mean, I might not be great, but I'm still better than Andrew, right? Are you really saying that in your eyes, your own son is worth less than that guy?" Richard let out a cold snort. "You really care about comparing yourself to him? Fine then—do you want the truth or a lie?" Elon shrank back at his father's sarcastic smile and mumbled, "The lie… I guess." Richard scoffed, "Alright. If it's lies you want, then sure—you're way more promising than Andrew. That guy doesn't even deserve to be compared to you." Elon's face twitched. He wanted to laugh, but the words tasted bitter in his mouth. The lie was that he was better than Andrew. But the truth? The truth was that compared to Andrew, he was absolutely nothing. The more he thought about it, the more he realized—either way, he came up short. So what was the point in choosing? He silently cursed, 'Damn it!' Richard folded his hands behind his back, his
"He's my sworn brother, then standing up for him—no matter the cost—is only right," Logan said firmly. Elon's face instantly darkened, and deep inside, a gnawing jealousy bubbled up. Despite being the most low-key of the Five Apex Families' younger generation, Logan was arguably the most terrifying. He was about to take over the Keller family, a rising powerhouse. The Haywoods had Xavier—young, sharp, and fierce in combat. The Wrights had Quinton—manipulative, cunning, and notorious for his ruthlessness. But Elon? He was… just Elon. He was overweight, lacked presence, and had just been publicly humiliated when word spread that his wife had cheated on him. His reputation was already slipping, and now he had become the joke of Blumedale's elite circle. Still, no matter how pathetic things seemed, Elon believed he was far better than the man Andrew was. In his eyes, they were not even in the same league. So, it burned him even more to see Logan—someone he had always tried to i
"Logan, don't you know Andrew killed my younger brother?" Xavier shouted furiously. It was understandable for Luna to speak up. After all, the Phelans owed Andrew a small favor—but now even the Keller family was interfering. If this continued, Andrew would not just remain unharmed; he would likely rise to prominence in Blumedale. Andrew's rise would be a direct slap in the face to the Haywoods, humiliating them beyond redemption. Roy spoke grimly, "Logan, you're set to lead the Keller family. You should know better than to blur right and wrong. Andrew repeatedly humiliated the Haywoods and even murdered Seth. Do you expect us to swallow such a huge insult?" Logan replied calmly, "Mr. Haywood Senior, you know exactly why things turned out this way. I hate to say it, but Seth brought his death upon himself. Andrew may be impulsive, but he's done nothing wrong in my eyes." "I'll say this only once: if the Haywoods continue their vendetta against him, the Keller family won't stan
Xavier said, "Uncle Jude, you're in charge of internal discipline. My request is simple—either throw those losers out of the Haywoods and make them manage some backwater branch, or I'll kill them myself. And I doubt anyone in the family would object." Jude's eyelids twitched violently as he cursed the brats under his breath. Out loud, though, he nodded quickly and replied, "Don't worry, Xavier. I'll make sure they're kicked out of the family for good. They won't even get close to the front gate again." Xavier snorted and walked off, leaving Jude staring at his back, shaking his head. Jude muttered to himself, "Xavier… you really are the pride of the Haywoods. But you're spoiled by your status. With your father as the family head and all the elders favoring you, you've always kept the other branches under your heel. "That's understandable since you're the future heir and our strongest fighter among the younger generations. But the fact remains—you made a public promise and faile