Francesca glanced at Andrew from behind her desk, irritation rising at his seemingly indifferent attitude. "Dr. Lloyd, don't you have anything to say for yourself? Or do you admit to Dr. Hackett's accusations and violation of hospital policy? If so, you can pack your things and leave this hospital. I don't condone unruly behaviors here." Andrew frowned. "Dr. Aicker, since you called us here, I assume you're already informed of the matter. Why ask questions you already know the answers to?" "You…" Francesca glared at Andrew, her temper flaring. Bernard seized the moment and chimed in, "Dr. Aicker, look at him! He has no humility or respect. He's nothing but a thug. I suggest we fire him immediately and blacklist him from the medical profession entirely!" Andrew replied coldly, "Bernard, you and Philip are the real disgrace to this profession. How could you lie through your teeth?" Bernard turned to Francesca, pleading, "Dr. Aicker, he's still unrepentant, insulting us even
News of Philip's dismissal spread like wildfire through the hospital, leaving staff in shock at the unexpected turn of events. "Serves him right! That creep's been harassing nurses for ages." "What an amazing news! It's about time someone stood up to the Hacketts. Dr. Lloyd's got guts!" Many were relieved Andrew had come out unscathed, while those who had hoped to see him go were baffled. They wondered how Bernard lost this battle, as it simply did not add up. After all, Andrew no longer had Christina's support, and he was nothing in their eyes. Some of the more imaginative male doctors exchanged knowing glances, wondering if Andrew had somehow charmed Francesca too. If so, they would never forgive him for snagging such a prize. On the other hand, Nyla's colleagues could not resist teasing her. "Dr. Lloyd played the hero for you, Nyla. Shouldn't you show your appreciation?" "That's right, Nyla! You're the belle of our hospital, and I think the only one who could sweep y
At that moment, Andrew received a call from Marvin. "Mr. Lloyd, Christina wants that orphanage property. Should we give it to her?" Marvin asked. Andrew thought for a moment before replying, "Handle it as you see fit. But given our history, if Stevens Corporation makes a decent offer, let them have it." Marvin sighed, "I knew you still had a soft spot for that woman. Alright, I guess Stevens Corporation is getting a good deal." Soon after, Christina received news that Wealthroller Investments had agreed to let Stevens Corporation develop the property. She was overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events and could hardly believe it. "Mr. Yates finally changed his mind?" The staff who delivered the message explained, "Ms. Stevens, your reputation as Jayrodale's rising business star precedes you. To be frank, Mr. Yates received a phone call and immediately agreed to give it to you." Christina was stunned when he heard that one phone call had changed Marvin's mind. She turned to
"Alright, Ms. Rhodes, let's get down to business," Andrew said, slightly overwhelmed by Lauren's antics. Her every move was irresistible, and he could not handle it anymore. Lauren's flirtatious smile faded as she nodded, "Yes, let's talk business." "Fran, I believe Dr. Lloyd can treat your condition," Lauren stated confidently. Francesca glared at Andrew, scoffing, "Him? I've consulted top specialists nationwide and even visited renowned experts in Braundville. They all said it was complicated. What makes this small-time doctor think he's capable?" Andrew frowned, "If I'm not mistaken, the condition you're seeking treatment for is vaginal atresia, correct?" Francesca felt embarrassed at the mention of her condition. She turned to Lauren and asked, "Lauren, this was our secret. Why did you tell this jerk?" Lauren quickly defended herself, "Fran, I swear I never told him anything about your condition." Francesca was skeptical. "Then how does he know about my... condition?"
"That's my girl! Well done. This ungrateful wretch deserved it," Irene cheered. "Way to go, Christie! You should've slapped him too. Teach him a lesson he won't forget," Leroy added. The mother and son applauded, secretly delighted. Shawn smirked. "Andrew, I almost feel sorry for you. Christie's such a kind and gentle woman, and you not only fail to cherish her, but you also manage to make her this angry. You're beyond help. It's no wonder Christie broke things off with you." Christina froze as she watched the water drip down Andrew's face, soaking his shirt. "W-Why didn't you dodge?" Andrew could have avoided it, but he chose not to. "Are you satisfied now? Do you feel better? You know their true nature better than I do, yet you believe everything they say. You're right, us breaking up was wise. Because you're nothing but a foolish woman!" Andrew's icy tone and cold gaze made Christina shiver. She started to doubt her own actions and whether Andrew was really the kind
Shawn looked at Andrew with a smirk. "What's the matter, Andrew? You sound like you have a problem with this." Irene mocked, "Of course he does. He can't stand that you're more capable than him. He's just jealous." Andrew shook his head, amazed at Shawn's shamelessness. He knew the truth—Marvin had personally called him for permission, and it was only after Andrew gave the green light that Stevens Corporation had a shot at the orphanage property. Shawn raised his glass, looking smug. "Andrew, you're being ridiculous. I'm graciously inviting you for a drink, and instead of being grateful, you're questioning me. Your attitude suggests you think you helped Christie, not me." Leroy scoffed, "Yeah, right! As if a wimp like him could pull that off. If he managed to do it, I'd eat my hat." Andrew turned to Christina, his tone serious. "A word of advice: you're surrounded by dishonest idiots with bad intentions. Be careful. I'd hate to see you run the Stevens Corporation into the gro
The crowd gasped in shock as they realized these thugs did not seem to care about the Fields family at all. Baldy snarled, "I hate showoffs like you the most. Let's see how tough you really are. Boys, teach him a lesson!" With that command, the gang approached Shawn, kicking and stomping him mercilessly. "Stop it, you bastards!" Shawn screamed, his bravado evaporating instantly. "I order you to stop right now, or I'll make you all disappear!" His threats quickly turned to pitiful pleas. "Please, stop! I'm begging you! You're going to kill me!" Shawn's face was a mess of bruises, his nose broken. The worst pain came from a vicious kick to his groin, leaving him wondering if he could ever father children. Christina stepped forward, her face ashen. "You thugs! What gives you the right to beat someone like this?" Just as she rushed to shield Shawn with her body, Baldy called for his men to stop. He sneered at Shawn's battered form. "Your pathetic Fields family is nothing b
Andrew was nowhere to be seen as Christina looked around. "Since you're not involved in this, get lost, you coward," Baldy snarled, kicking Shawn aside before turning his attention to Christina. "Ms. Stevens, Mr. Garner has his eye on that property. You're coming with us to sign it over." Shawn crawled away, groveling, "Thank you for your mercy. Thank you, Mr. Garner, for sparing me." Internally, he cursed his terrible luck. Jayrodale's four districts were each controlled by a ruthless crime lord. Dylan was the crime lord of the southern area, with hundreds of loyal thugs at his command. The Fields family was insignificant in comparison. "Shawn, they're taking Christie! Do something!" Irene pleaded desperately. Leroy joined in, begging, "Shawn, I know you can figure this out. You're the Fields family heir. Don't you have connections?" Shawn's face darkened as he replied, "I can't do anything. When Mr. Garner wants something, you'd better hand it over." Irene turned on hi
Yet, of all the fearless, reckless men they had encountered, neither Aspen nor Chantelle had ever seen anyone as stubbornly arrogant as Andrew. Both women were completely stunned, wondering where he even got the guts to say things like that. In this world, commoners fear officials—but officials? They fear the men with guns—the military. However, here was Andrew, treating a colonel like Xavier as if he were worthless weeds. It was utter madness—like a sparrow challenging an eagle, a lamb taunting a wolf. It was sheer recklessness bordering on suicide. With a thunderous swoosh, Xavier's massive broadsword came crashing down with enough force to split boulders and level trees. Just the murderous pressure from that swing made Chantelle's face go pale. She was starting to doubt if she could even stand up to Xavier herself. After all, Andrew looked like he was about to be torn in half by that blade. What infuriated her even more was that, at the height of danger, Andrew just st
"Colonel Haywood, you know full well that with your rank and position, you can't just go around killing people on a whim," Chantelle warned coldly. She added, "Besides, your friend Andarov used banned weaponry on Holtrien soil, which is a serious offense. You can be sure Mr. McCormick won't just let that slide." Left with no other option, Chantelle had to drop Derek's name to try to rein Xavier in. However, Xavier was not intimidated at all. His voice dripped with venom as he said, "Ms. Garcia, I respect Mr. McCormick—he governs this province, and I'll give him that. But do you think the Haywoods' name should be trampled like dirt? Especially by some no-name punk who doesn't know his place? "I'll chop him into pieces, and if I have to, I'll apologize to Mr. McCormick myself. But with the military accolades I've earned, the Haywood family's backing, and my deep ties in the defense department, killing this bug wouldn't even cause a blip on the radar." Chantelle's stomach twiste
Chantelle sneered, "All in all, you're just an ordinary man, a slave to your desires with a pathetically mediocre mind." She had finally caught an opening to hit Andrew where it hurt, and she was not about to waste it. Andrew chuckled. "Ms. Garcia, you really do live up to your title as a master of psychology. You got most of it right. But you still missed one tiny detail—like the fact that, right now, I've got a very clear image of your naked body in my mind." The bluntness of that line stunned Chantelle, and her expression twisted in outrage. She snapped, "Andrew! That was in the past—how dare you bring it up like it's nothing? Aren't you worried I'll kill you?" The usually cold woman was genuinely furious now. Andrew shrugged lazily. "I'm sitting right here, wounded and unarmed. Go ahead, kill me. But even if you did, you still wouldn't erase the fact that you once stripped bare in front of me." Chantelle raised her hand in fury but forced herself to lower it again with
Andrew was sitting on the lawn outside Serenity Villa, watching the crew from The Sovereign Residences repair his home. After the attack last night, it was a miracle the place was still standing—if the villa had not been built to the highest security standards, it would have been reduced to nothing but ash and rubble by the Srovika Federation mercenaries. Felix Daughtry, the security captain from The Sovereign Residences, a semi-martial king-level fighter, walked over with a grim expression and reported, "Mr. Lloyd, Serenity Villa took quite a hit. Full restoration might be difficult." Andrew glanced at him and said coldly, "I want it restored exactly as it was, and not just that—The Sovereign Residences will need to compensate me for all damages, including emotional distress. If that's too much, then I don't want the house anymore. I'll go to the press and let the world know just how useless your brand really is." Felix's face darkened, turning almost pitch black with anger. H
Since the night before, Xavier had been fully suited in military attire, standing vigilant and sleepless. He gripped a massive broadsword, and when the butler spoke, his voice was ice-cold. "Don't worry. Andarov won't fail me. That bastard Andrew is as good as dead." Though those were his words, doubt lingered in Xavier's mind. After all, Andarov never took this long to finish a kill. Nonetheless, the sun was rising—he should be back any minute now. Andarov, commander of the Blood Wolf Mercenaries, was ruthless and battle-hardened. Xavier met him while stationed overseas, and after several missions together, they became close allies. "With the entire Blood Wolf squad under him, it doesn't matter if Andrew has bodyguards. He won't last five minutes," Xavier sneered, confident. He was already planning the next steps—hold Seth's memorial as soon as Andarov returned, then introduce him to Luna to score even more clout. Having a famous international mercenary as a personal friend? E
At the Golding family estate, Elon exclaimed in disbelief, "What did you just say? Black Wolf is dead?" The butler, face tight with unease, replied, "Yes, sir. Early this morning, his body was found dumped in the sewer. The cause of death matched the last group of assassins perfectly. There's no doubt that it was Andrew who killed him." Elon's expression darkened instantly. "Even Black Wolf failed and ended up dead? Andrew... you've clearly been hiding more strength than we thought." The butler nodded gravely. "Sir, that man is definitely not some pawn on the board. Not only is Black Wolf gone, but the Srovika Federation mercenary commander the Haywoods brought in also died at Serenity Villa." Elon gasped. "Even Xavier's overseas hitman got wiped out? Are you absolutely sure?" The old butler's brow twitched. "Completely sure. This morning, both bodies—Black Wolf and the mercenary captain—were found side by side in the sewer on Blumedale's main street." Elon clenched his ja
On the ground, Black Wolf writhed in pain, howling in disbelief. He finally understood why that last squad of heavily armed mercenaries had vanished without a trace after storming Serenity Villa. This place was not just a house—it was a damn death trap. "Who sent you to kill me?" Andrew asked calmly as he twirled the dagger Black Wolf had dropped. Pinned down by Natasha and Dylan, Black Wolf was drenched in sweat, his shattered legs leaving him gasping in agony. He growled, "Why the hell should I tell you? You should know exactly who you've pissed off. Even if I'm in your hands, kid, if you lay a finger on me, the consequences—" Andrew did not let him finish. Instead, he drove the blade straight into Black Wolf's chest. Whatever threat Black Wolf was about to spit out died on his tongue. His eyes bulged in shock before his head slumped to the side—dead. "If you didn't have the sense to act like a prisoner, then I did you a favor and sent you straight to hell. Next time, try
Aspen could not help leaning closer to see what Andrew was doing. To her surprise, his breathing was steady—he was already asleep. She stared at him, both amused and annoyed as she thought, 'I'm lying right next to him, and he still manages to fall asleep? Am I not attractive enough? Or does this guy just not find me worth the effort?' That split second of realization triggered an unexpected wave of disappointment and frustration in her. … Meanwhile, outside Serenity Villa, a black figure moved silently across the ruined outer wall, climbing with inhuman ease. It was Black Wolf—Elon's secret weapon, a top-tier assassin with a reputation to match. A matte-finished blade dangled from his lips as he surveyed the building, swiftly memorizing the layout of the damaged villa. He was not alone. At least a dozen other men hid in the dark, surrounding the perimeter and lying in wait. Nonetheless, they were not predators, at least not to him. He scoffed, thinking, 'They're the bait,
Through the second half of the night, Serenity Villa remained eerily quiet. Chantelle stepped out from her lookout post and announced, "Looks like no one else is coming tonight. Everyone should get some rest." Andrew stopped her. "Hold up. You all stay on watch—I'll go rest." Chantelle narrowed her eyes. "Are you giving me orders like I'm your subordinate?" Andrew responded calmly, "Not at all. I just want to isolate myself and draw the next assassin in alone." Chantelle frowned. "So, you're planning to be alone in a room and give the assassin a shot at you? You're using yourself as bait?" Andrew replied, "Exactly. One mercenary commander from the Srovika Federation is dead, but with the Haywoods and Goldings both after my head, there's no way they'd just send one decent hitter and be done." Chantelle nodded. "That… makes sense. But you're injured. What happens if something unexpected comes up? Can you really handle it?" Before Andrew could answer, Aspen blurted, "It's