Aspen glared coldly. "Says who? What is this? Are the Haywoods running a den of thugs now? Does no one here know what decency even looks like?" Rufus let out a sinister chuckle. "Sweetheart, did you really think this club was built for a legitimate business? You rookies must be first-timers here. This entire club belongs to Seth Haywood himself. "And what we offer isn't just champagne and contract signings. We provide services that rich men like Mr. Parks truly value. You want logic and fairness? Girl, after you've been taken a few times, you'll realize reason doesn't matter. Power and money are all that do." Aspen's face darkened instantly when she heard that it was Seth, the same man who had once pursued her and paraded around like a golden boy from a noble lineage. She never would have guessed he was secretly running this kind of hellhole. She was glad she never placed any hopes on him. But right now? They were surrounded by over 100 armed guards. Injured or not, there was n
Aspen's eyes never left Andrew as she asked nervously, "Andrew, do you need my help?" Andrew calmly replied with just two words, "No need." With a casual motion, he slapped a thug holding a machete so hard the man flew back. Without even looking, he threw his elbow backward, smashing into another guy swinging a steel pipe like he was volunteering to get wrecked. The blow crushed his nose flat, and he howled in pain. Andrew's expression did not change—no anger, excitement, just pure calm. To him, these guys were not even worth warming up for. Then, he raised his hand and collided directly with Rufus. Rufus looked shocked. "You actually caught my Haywood Strike? Kid, I gotta admit, you've got some skill." Andrew smirked coldly. "Only 'some'?" "Fine, try this next strike and see what happens!" Rufus tossed aside his jacket, revealing a tight shirt stretched over rippling muscles and a solid chest. Andrew scoffed. "Bring it on. You think I'm scared of you?" Rufus sneered,
Andrew stood by and waited patiently as Davon obediently signed the contract. Aspen said coldly, "Let's go. I never want to see this fat pig again." Davon's bruised and swollen face twisted with hatred and bitterness. He silently cursed, 'You little bastard… and you too, Aspen, you damn tramp. Just wait. I'm the Vice CEO of Phoenixdream Enterprises—there's no way I'm swallowing this humiliation for nothing.' Andrew let out a cold laugh. "Hold on, I'm not done with him yet." He lightly patted Davon's chubby cheek and sneered, "I know exactly what you're thinking. You're probably hoping that as soon as we walk out that door, you can call in backup and try to take back control, right?" Davon's face froze as panic flashed in his eyes. He quickly shook his head and stammered, "N-No, sir! I swear, I'd never do something like that! I wouldn't dare!" Andrew scoffed. "Whether you dare or not, I honestly couldn't care less. I just want to ask you one thing—so you were planning to get
"Anytime, anywhere—if I want to take her, I can," Andrew said coolly. "For example… right now." As Davon stared with envy, practically drooling with jealousy, Andrew turned to Aspen and said, "Come here. Kiss me." Aspen blinked like she misheard him and asked in disbelief, "What did you just say?" "I said come here and kiss me," Andrew repeated, his expression unreadable. Aspen's face flushed a deep red from her neck to her ears as she snapped, "Andrew, you bastard! How could you ask me to do something like that in front of others? Have you lost your mind?" She honestly started to wonder if Andrew had lost it. Just moments ago, he said he had no interest in touching her, and now he wanted her to kiss him in front of a disgusting creep like Davon. What kind of twisted taste did this demon have? Andrew's face turned cold. "Aspen, you better think very carefully. Are you going to follow my command, or not? Because you already know what happens if you refuse." Aspen's face
Without drawing attention, the two of them headed down to the hotel's ground-floor cafe for a bite. "That guy's been tailing us since we got back earlier," Andrew said casually, his tone relaxed as he picked at his food. "From the way it looks, he could be from the Haywoods' club, or maybe Davon's people. It could also be someone sent by the Goldings—it's hard to say right now." Aspen sat across from him, lowering her voice as she asked, confused, "Which one are you talking about? It feels like everyone's got their eyes on us." Andrew replied calmly, "At the moment, only one person's been watching us. He's behind you, slightly to your left. You idiot, it's enough to know—don't turn around and look." Aspen huffed. "Ugh, fine! No need to snap at me!" They sat for a while longer, chatting as if everything were normal. Then, Andrew suddenly stood and said, "Alright, the Stevens family just came back. Let's follow them." Aspen quickly rose with him as they trailed behind I
Irene sneered, "If you're jealous of Leroy and Christie, just say it. Look down on us all you want, but what has Andrew even bought you?" Andrew replied calmly, "Nothing much. Just handed her a multi-billion-dollar company to play with." Irene froze for a second, then burst into mocking laughter. "Andrew, would you cut the crap? You? Open a company like that in the capital? Billions? Please. Do you think you're some young heir from a legendary family or something? Even those rich boys don't talk this big!" To Irene, a company worth billions was pure fantasy. That amount could buy her life a hundred times over. There was no way a backwoods punk like Andrew could ever afford something like that—not in this life or the next. Andrew shrugged. "Whether you believe or not is none of my concern." Just then, the elevator arrived. They all stepped inside and rode it up. Leroy took out a room key card and grinned. "Hey Andrew, ever stayed in a presidential suite? Our room's going for
Seth shook his head and said, "Mr. Parks, this happened on my turf, so naturally, I'll take full responsibility. But Aspen is off-limits, as she's my woman. I can promise you this—I'll cripple Andrew and make him crawl to you on his knees to beg for mercy. You can do whatever you want to him then, how about that?" Davon growled, "Not a chance! That punk Andrew beat me up mercilessly. As the Vice CEO of Phoenixdream Enterprises, there's no way I'm letting him off the hook. But more importantly, if I don't get Aspen in my bed soon, I'll lose my damn mind." Seth's expression darkened. "Mr. Parks, you're pushing it. By rights, since the fight happened in my club, I'm offering to take care of Andrew for you. But as for Aspen, it's fair game. May the better man win. Whoever has the power to claim her, gets to keep her. Isn't that fair?" Davon's face twisted. "Mr. Haywood… you too? You're into that woman?" Seth replied without hesitation, "Of course. I'm not just interested—I'm dead s
"But your club better line up ten beautiful women to serve me around the clock for a full week—no interruptions!" Davon demanded. Seth replied coolly, "Not just ten. I can give you 20 if you think you can handle it. Anytime you want." Inwardly, Seth was disgusted by the bloated pig in front of him. If Davon had not been a longtime VIP client, Seth would have kicked him out a long time ago. This loser wanted to compete with him for Aspen? Not a damn chance. He would not even let anyone kiss the ground Aspen walked on, let alone touch her. From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he had already decided—Aspen would be his and his alone. Davon sneered, "One more thing, Mr. Haywood—you better be careful. I saw Andrew fight with my own eyes. He took down Rufus without breaking a sweat. You better bring your A-team to that hotel." Seth pointed at himself and scoffed. "Please. I am the A-team. Every single direct descendent of the Haywoods could end that little punk 100 different
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
"You two went from loving each other to trying to kill each other. Pretty entertaining," Andrew said with a glance at Aspen, smiling faintly. Aspen's face stayed cold. She snapped, "She deserved it, and besides, isn't everything that happened because of you?" Andrew replied calmly, "Had nothing to do with me. I never touched your Bridgefields' Stevens family." Aspen secretly gritted her teeth. Sure, he had not moved against the Stevens family directly. But her? She had been forced to sell herself into slavery, body and soul. Was that not tragic enough? Moreover, who knew when she might completely fall into his hands, devoured, with nothing left? Davon, wiping cold sweat from his forehead, squeezed out a smile. "Mr. Lloyd, Ms. Aspen, I've already taken care of that issue. Should we get down to proper business now?" Andrew nodded. "Okay, let's talk business." Immediately, the business partners who had been waiting nearby all jumped to their feet, smiling brightly and ea
"And since Mr. Lloyd needs a new target to let off some steam, maybe you should volunteer, Davon," Aspen said sweetly. The moment those words landed, Davon jumped up in pure panic, wailing, "Ms. Aspen, no, no, please! Don't say another word. I'll do exactly what you say—everything, exactly as you want!" After groveling, Davon's plump face darkened in shame. He spun around toward Christina, pointed straight at the door, and roared, "Christina, you worthless tramp, get out! Right now! You heard Ms. Aspen. Get the hell out of Phoenixdream Enterprises!" Christina's eyes widened. She could not believe that Davon was this spineless, that easy to terrify. She hissed, "Davon, you'd better think twice about what you're doing! If you throw me out, do you really think Mr. Wright will let you off afterward?" She barked a bitter laugh, furious to the core, and deep inside, her hatred for Aspen grew even sharper. Being thrown out in front of everyone, this humiliation would haunt her in Bl
Davon blinked in confusion and asked, "Ms. Aspen, who exactly are you calling bitch'?" Aspen smirked coldly and pointed straight at Christina. The latter's face darkened as she stood up stiffly. "Aspen, you're going too far!" Christina snapped. "If I had known Supreme Capital Group was the major client here, do you really think I'd have bothered showing up?" Her tone was sharp, but there was a flicker of unease in her eyes. Aspen remained utterly indifferent. "Since you don't care, then do us all a favor and leave. Christina, I told you once that I would make sure your entire family would struggle in Blumedale. And when I say something, I mean it." Christina's face turned from merely unpleasant to downright ugly. She turned sharply to Davon and demanded, "You're the one who invited us here. Now what's your decision?" It was a clever move, throwing the ball back into Davon's court. After all, they were on Phoenixdream Enterprises' turf—surely Aspen and Andrew could not compl
Aspen knew that Ronan charged a reasonable medical fee, and his medical skills were also quite good. Andrew started the car and sped off while answering casually, "I met Mr. Bates by chance. Showed him a few tricks, and he was so impressed by my skills that he practically worships me now. He even offered to introduce me to his granddaughter." Aspen let out a sharp laugh. "Just met by chance, and he's ready to hand over his granddaughter? Come on, if you're going to brag, at least make it believable!" Andrew just smiled, not bothering to argue with her. He and Ronan had bonded over their shared passion for medicine—it was nothing unusual. In truth, after witnessing Andrew's medical skills firsthand, Ronan nearly dropped to his knees, begging to become his disciple, though Andrew firmly refused. And yes, Ronan did have a granddaughter who was currently attending college. Ronan had hinted that if Andrew did not already have a girlfriend, he should consider his granddaughter.
After breakfast, Andrew, the ever-hands-off boss, got strong-armed by Aspen into actually going to work. Otherwise, Supreme Capital Group, a company sitting on billions in investments, would end up being nothing more than a shiny nameplate. Aspen's exact words were, "If you keep ignoring everything and leave me to worry about it alone, I'd rather go sell myself on the street than keep slaving away for you! At least if I'm selling, I'll make some money. Meanwhile, I'll probably die broke working for you—or just die!" Andrew winced when he heard that. Realizing that his little maid was seriously holding some grudges, he quickly agreed to tag along to the office. "Give me a minute. I'm gonna change," Aspen said before disappearing into her room. A few minutes later, she strutted out—black stockings, high heels, and a sleek blue business suit that shimmered slightly under the light. She was absolutely stunning, and even Andrew had to admit it. Aspen smirked inwardly. 'Yep, the
Whenever Andrew was alone with Tiana, he could not help but feel a little uneasy. Seeing that Tiana had nothing more to say, he quickly took the chance to excuse himself. However, Tiana hesitated. Then, she smiled slyly and asked, "Hold on, let me ask you—have you and Lauren… done it?" Andrew blinked, confused. "Done what?" Tiana rolled her eyes and snapped, "Don't play dumb, Andrew. You know exactly what I'm asking." Andrew finally caught on and answered honestly, "Lauren and I have done pretty much everything, but we haven't crossed the final line." Tiana nodded approvingly. "Good. You need to remember that you can't go that far until you're married. I made sure to tell her that too, and she understands." Andrew's face darkened a little. "Mrs. Rhodes, seriously? This isn't the Dark Ages anymore. We're in a real relationship, and sometimes things get a little… heated." Tiana shook her head firmly. "It's not about being old-fashioned. There are other reasons, but I can't