Settling back into the sofa, Conan smirked. "I'll let this slide since you're Ms. Stevens's brother, but let me give you a piece of advice, kid—don't judge people by appearances. Do you think I'd be this confident without backing?" Irene defended Leroy, saying, "Aren't you just another social climber? What's the big deal?" Conan snorted. "Old hag, you're just as blind as your son, aren't you? Why don't you ask Ms. Stevens if I'm worth the trouble? Without me, this South City project won't even get off the ground—I'll bet on that." Irene and Leroy glared at him, full of resentment and anger. Before they could respond, Christina snapped, "Mom, are you trying to ruin everything? Thrive Enterprise is our only reliable supplier for the materials we need. Or would you rather find me another supplier yourself?" Irene and Leroy fell silent, shrinking back. Conan smiled with satisfaction. "Ms. Stevens, you truly are a gem of our business world. Smart, capable, and beautiful—a rare
"Aren't your demands getting excessive, Mr. Huxley?" Christina's voice was strained with barely contained anger. Conan smiled, seemingly unfazed. "Don't get upset, Ms. Stevens. It pains my heart to see a beauty like you become Mr. Weller's woman soon. Can any of you imagine wanting something so badly, yet knowing it's forever out of reach?" Leroy snapped impatiently. "Just get to the point, Mr. Huxley. And remember, no one except Harvey is worthy of Christie." Conan chuckled. "You're absolutely right. Ms. Stevens and Mr. Weller are a perfect match. I'm not asking for much—I just want to share one intimate toast with Ms. Stevens, our faces close together. That's not too much to ask, is it?" Under the Stevens family's icy stares, Conan continued shamelessly, "Foreigners even kiss on the lips as a greeting, don't they? I'm just asking for one toast. I promise, just one." Christina was disgusted that after all his circling, his intentions were so crude. Without hesitation, she re
Christina felt utterly helpless. Even her position as CEO of Stevens Corporation meant little when dealing with shameless thugs like this. However, she was reluctant to call Harvey because she did not want to appear helpless and dependent on him for everything. Yet here she was, watching her mother and brother get assaulted right in front of her while their material supply deal evaporated. Stevens Corporation had lost on all fronts, gaining nothing but humiliation. As Conan reached the door, Andrew, who had remained silent until now, blocked his path. "Mr. Huxley, you can't just assault people and walk away like nothing happened." Conan raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "And who the hell are you? If you don't want to get hurt, I suggest you get out of my way." Andrew met his gaze without flinching. "I'm the other project manager. You're free to refuse our business, but attacking people on my turf crosses a line." Conan burst into exaggerated laughter. "Your turf? I crossed a l
Blood gushed from Conan's nose and mouth as his head spun from Andrew's strikes. With a powerful kick, Andrew sent Conan's heavy frame sprawling face-first onto the floor. Stepping on Conan's chest, Andrew glared at him and said, "Since you're not into civil conversations, let's try a different approach. Now, how about that apology and compensation?" Terror filled Conan's eyes as the beating had completely stripped away his arrogance. "Please, stop! I'll apologize and pay—whatever you say!" he whimpered, nearly in tears. Even though he had met tough people before, few had ever humbled him like this. As soon as Andrew lifted his foot, Conan scrambled to Irene and Leroy. He slapped himself multiple times, his bloody face full of remorse as he pulled out stacks of cash from his briefcase. "I'm so sorry, please forgive me. Here's money for your medical expenses!" The Stevens family stood stunned. The man who had just been pushing them around was begging for their forgiveness,
Irene, embarrassed and angry, snapped, "Who asked you to defend us? Stop acting so high and mighty. If Harvey were here, he could have handled it just as easily." Leroy added smugly, "Exactly! If Harvey were here, that idiot Conan wouldn't have dared to act so shamelessly." Deep down, both mother and son felt bitter. The fact that Andrew handled someone who had trampled over them only made them look weak and useless in comparison. Christina could not take it anymore and scolded them. "Mom, Leroy, can you two just stop?" She sighed in exasperation. "Andrew helped us out, and that's the fact. Thanks to him, the issue with Thrive Enterprise's materials has been resolved perfectly." Christina turned to Andrew with a complicated expression. "Whether you accept it or not, I need to thank you. If it weren't for you, my mom and Leroy would have been beaten for nothing." "Christie, why are you thanking him? We didn't ask for his help," Irene muttered resentfully. "Andrew, please
Christina said, "I was trying to give you friendly advice, but if you won't listen, forget I said anything. I understand you might not have access to Mr. Yates, which is why you're pretending not to need his help." "Don't worry though. You helped me once, so even if you can't get Mr. Yates to speak up for you, I'll stand up for you if Mr. Huxley causes any trouble," she added. Andrew chuckled dismissively. "That won't be necessary. Stevens Corporation should focus on its own problems." Irene snorted. "What problems? Our company is thriving. Don't you dare spread rumors." Andrew gave a cold smile. "From what I hear, Harvey's drowning in debt and barely staying afloat. Stevens Corporation's investment is probably going down the drain. If I were you, I'd try to get that money back now to minimize losses." "That's bullshit!" Irene snapped. "Andrew, just admit you're jealous. Harvey just confirmed everything's on track. Once the paperwork comes through, Stevens Corporation will be
Tony's expression turned cold as he replied, "Mr. Eslinger, it was a young man named Andrew Lloyd." Bane Eslinger frowned. "A young man? That seems unlikely. Mastering pressure point techniques that could manipulate someone's life and death isn't something a youngster could achieve." Tony said bitterly. "Mr. Eslinger, I'm not lying. Andrew not only struck Juan's pressure point but also took down one of my top lieutenants. I'll make him pay dearly for this." Michael interjected, "Mr. Madden Senior, are you talking about that junior doctor from Jayrodale General Hospital?" "That's exactly who I mean!" Tony replied, surprised. "Do you know him, Mr. Rhodes?" Michael's expression darkened. "Of course I do. Right now, he has my dear cousin Lauren, the Rhodes family's heiress, completely wrapped around his finger." He turned to Bane and said, "Bane, remember the Death's Draught you gave me? Andrew was the one who neutralized it." Bane was surprised. "Ah, so it was him. If he can
"You're making too big a deal out of this. Why bring me in for such a minor player?" Bane remarked. Michael scoffed. "Bane, you're oversimplifying things. To inherit Rhodes Corporation, I need to get rid of Lauren. With your help, eliminating her would have made my path to leadership smooth sailing, but then Andrew showed up and ruined everything. I can't even enjoy messing around with women anymore with this rage burning inside me." Bane nodded. "Fair enough. He has sparked my curiosity too. The fact that he could neutralize my poison shows more skill than that old fool Cedric—I'd like to meet him myself." Michael smiled coldly, confident in his plan. "With Lauren protecting him, I couldn't touch him directly. But now that Tony's involved, that punk is as good as dead." … Later that evening, Christina was preparing to leave the South City project office after a long day's work. "Christie, please buy me a Porsche. I'm begging you," Leroy pleaded, following behind her. Chr
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