Harvey knew exactly what kind of man Tony was, but there was a problem—he owed Tony millions and had no right to challenge East Side's crime boss. "Mrs. Stevens, don't worry. I'll handle this. How dare that old bastard touch Christie! He'll regret it for sure!" Despite his fear, Harvey's tone was full of bravado, acting as if Tony was beneath him. "I knew it!" Irene's tears turned into smiles. "With you stepping in, Harvey, even Tony will have to release her." "You can rest assured, Mrs. Stevens. Tony will have to respect the Weller family name, whether he likes it or not," Harvey promised confidently. After hanging up, Harvey's expression was replaced with, his previous confidence completely gone. "Tony, Christina is my woman. Do you actually think you can get to her before I do? That's not how this works!" Growing angrier by the second, Harvey's face contorted as he dialed Tony's number. "Mr. Madden Senior, even if I owe you money, you didn't have to take my woman. Pleas
At that moment, Andrew was at Jayrodale General Hospital when Dylan called. "Mr. Lloyd, there's something urgent I need to report." "What is it, Dylan?" Andrew asked. "My men saw Tony's people take Christina, the CEO of Stevens Corporation, from the South City project," Dylan reported gravely. "When did this happen?" Andrew's tone turned icy. "Just moments ago. She's probably been taken to the East Side by now. I suspect Tony is planning to use her against you, Mr. Lloyd." "I'll make sure he pays with his life for this!" Andrew growled. Dylan felt a chill running down his spine. "Mr. Lloyd, are you going to intervene? I'll gather our men right away to storm East Side with you." "No need. I'll go alone. I want to see what Tony's up to," Andrew replied calmly. "But Mr. Lloyd, Tony's dangerous! Going alone is—" Before Dylan could even finish his warning, Andrew interrupted, "Don't worry. Once I'm there, no matter how many men or skilled fighters East Side are protecti
Tony chuckled. "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Even just having you here is worth every penny." Even though he said that, his heart ached at the cost. These martial arts masters had extraordinary skills but were also arrogant and greedy. Each job they took was like an excuse to extort the clients, draining them dry with every outrageous demand. Nonetheless, Tony's thoughts turned cold as he remembered the rumors circulating in Jayrodale's underworld—that he, the East Side crime lord, was a useless old man, and Juan was equally worthless. Both father and son had been humiliated by some nobody, tarnishing the reputation of East Side's ruler. The shame was simply unbearable, and Tony believed the only way to salvage his reputation was to eliminate Andrew. By doing so, he would restore his image as the unshakable ruler of the East Side. Just then, Christina was brought in. Her face turned pale at the sight of the hundred-plus thugs and the martial art masters seated at the front. "
Christina took a deep breath, finding her calm. "Mr. Madden Senior, even as East Side's crime lord, if you hurt me, Harvey will demand justice." At this point, she could not imagine Tony completely disregarding the Weller family's influence. However, Tony scoffed. "Harvey? That guy owes me millions. Justice? The moment he sees me, he'd be on his knees begging!" The men around the room erupted in mocking laughter. "Harvey? That guy's nothing but a cowardly joke!" one of them jeered. Another sneered. "Ms. Stevens, you're a stunner, but sticking with Harvey? You're wasting your beauty. You'd be better off with Mr. Madden Senior. He'd make sure the Stevens family reaches new heights." "Honestly," another chimed in, "Harvey's only still afloat because his father has some sway. Otherwise, he'd have been tossed out of Jayrodale long ago!" Christina's anger flared. She could not believe the arrogance of these East Side thugs, openly belittling the Weller family like this. However, do
Tony angrily shouted, "Are you making the call?" Christina's face was already drained of all color, her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. Even so, she stood her ground, weakly shaking her head. "No… I won't let Andrew walk into a… death trap because of me. You might as well… give up!" "Keep hitting her! Beat her to death if you have to!" Tony roared, his fury boiling over. The whip struck her back again and again, each lash more merciless than the last. Christina's body soon became a canvas of blood, her dress torn and stained as her skin broke under the relentless assault. She wailed in pain before passing out. Sitting beside Tony, Herman Blackwood, an elderly man with streaks of white in his hair, chuckled darkly. His voice was laced with malice as he said, "This one's got some backbone; I'll give her that." "But for someone like her, brute force alone won't break her spirit. I've got an idea that'll make her submit instantly." Tony was intrigued. "Wh
Juan let out an excited yell and tugged forcefully at Christina's dress. The delicate fabric tore apart, exposing a flash of her pale, flawless skin. "Stop! Get away from me!" Christina screamed, her voice cracking with fear and desperation. Tears streamed down her face as she broke down completely, the brutal beating earlier having nearly shattered her resolve. Now, faced with humiliation and violation, her defenses crumbled entirely. "Scream all you want—it only makes this more exciting!" Juan laughed wickedly as the East Side thugs, and even Herman cheered him on from the sidelines. "Go for it, Mr. Madden! Show her who's boss!" "But don't forget the order—Mr. Madden Senior will go after this, then the rest of us!" "Tonight, every one of us gets to enjoy her!" The room echoed with their wicked jeers. Christina could not take it anymore. She collapsed to her knees, clutching her head, sobbing uncontrollably. In her most helpless moment, she cried out, "Andrew… Andrew,
Tony gritted his teeth in rage, each word coming out like venom when he saw Andrew. Meanwhile, Andrew's expression was colder and more menacing than ever, unlike anything they had seen before. With lightning speed, he hurled the axe he seized during the fight, and it whistled through the air past East Side's elite fighters. The axe struck Juan's arm with devastating precision, causing him to scream in agony as his right arm was cleanly severed at the shoulder, blood gushing everywhere. Some droplets even landed on Christina's pale, horrified face, leaving her trembling in shock and disbelief. "My arm, my arm… Dad, help me! Kill him, kill that bastard!" Juan clutched at the stump of his shoulder as he writhed on the ground, rolling in the growing pool of blood. His once-arrogant demeanor was now reduced to a pitiful, blood-soaked mess. Tony roared like a madman, "Andrew, you bastard! I'll kill you and your whole damn family!" Then, he turned to his men and shouted, "Ge
Tony's massive frame froze, feeling weak all over. A moment later, he roared. "Andrew, you bastard! How dare you kill my son! Everyone, attack him! I want him dead and in pieces!" Tony was like a madman. Yet, despite his orders, the East Side thugs remained motionless. Instead, the remaining twenty or so thugs trembled uncontrollably, their weapons shaking in their hands as they backed away from Andrew, whose display of power had completely shattered their courage. Seeing this, Tony's bloodshot eyes bulged with rage. "You cowards! You spineless trash! Attack him! That's an order, damn it!" No matter how much he screamed, his men did nothing, their fear paralyzing them. "I'll handle this!" One of the three elite fighters Tony had hired stepped forward. The muscular man leaped into the air like a feral beast, aiming a devastating flying kick at Andrew. Herman snorted. "Don't worry, Mr. Madden Senior. With us three here, this punk won't cause any trouble." However, he qui
Justin instantly sensed something was about to spiral. He rushed forward and tried to defuse the tension. "Mr. Hopkins, please calm down. We're all just here to have a nice dinner—no need for this." Archie clutched his swollen cheek, his face twisted with rage. "Calm down? Get out of my face! If you say another word, I'll end you too!" Justin flinched and quickly backed off, no longer daring to speak. However, as he glanced toward the Rhodes family, his eyes burned with resentment. He cursed them for being foolish. Despite knowing they could not go up against the Hopkins, they still had to throw punches. He could not help but think they were just asking for it. Lauren's voice rang out cold and firm. "Mr. Hopkins, what are you trying to do? Start a war?" Archie bellowed with laughter. "Big mouth on you, you little bitch! With your trashy Rhodes family, you're not even qualified to go to war with the Hopkins!" He sneered, eyes gleaming. "But don't worry—I'm not just gonna tak
Justin's face twisted in discomfort, but before he could say anything, a loud voice boomed across the entrance. "Mr. McGrath, you can step back! If Mrs. Rhodes wants to dine in our Celestial Suite, then she's more than welcome!" As the voice faded, a burly man with a thick beard strode over. The giant crystal ring on his hand and the heavy gold chain across his chest made it clear—this man was rich, but absolutely tasteless. Jameson snorted coldly. "The Hopkins family sure has some nerve, snatching up someone else's reservation like it's nothing." Archie Hopkins cracked a wide grin, revealing a mouth full of blackened teeth, and laughed without a care. "Mr. Rhodes, you sound way too naive!" Archie shrugged and said, "In this world, it's all about money and muscle. The Hopkins family's got both. So stealing a little dining room from the Rhodes family? It's nothing." Tiana's voice turned icy. "Since you're admitting it's theft, then do us a favor and get the hell out." Arch
The place Jameson picked for dinner was one of the most well-known upscale restaurants in Blumedale—The Palace. "Andy, you might not know this, but around here, this spot is top-tier," Jameson said as he adjusted his tailored suit and smiled. He added, "It's not like I'm trying to flaunt my wealth or anything. But sometimes, even if you don't care for appearances, you've still got to show up with style!" Andrew chuckled and replied, "Mr. Rhodes, I get what you're saying." Tiana spoke up coolly, "Jameson, no need to put on this kind of show in front of Andrew. Otherwise, you'll just end up looking ridiculous. This guy probably poops in places you haven't even dreamed of stepping into." Jameson froze for a second, clearly shocked. "Well now, Tiana, you're really singing Andy's praises today. Could it be… the classic case of a mother-in-law who's starting to really like her son-in-law?" Tiana gave a snort. "This has nothing to do with liking him. I'm just telling the truth."
Lauren said, "Funny thing, Andrew—you probably don't know this, but my mom's been all about dressing up lately. For the longest time, I only ever saw her in simple outfits. She never really cared about appearances. "But now, she's all glammed up and polished! If you didn't know better, you'd think she was dating someone!" Andrew did not know how to respond, so he stayed quiet. He had a pretty good idea why Tiana suddenly started caring about her looks. It was probably because his presence reminded her of her first love—his father. Even though he was not the man himself, they were still father and son. Much like Aspen, Tiana clearly had something not quite right going on in her head. Only someone like her could project her feelings for a man onto his son. Nonetheless, no matter how he looked at it, Andrew just could not shake the weirdness of it all. After all, this woman was supposed to be his future mother-in-law, and yet, she was just a little off. Not that Tiana acted c
"Andrew, my mom didn't give you a hard time, did she?" Lauren asked as they stepped into the Rhodes residence's front parlor. She had noticed right away that Andrew did not look so great. "It's fine. Your mother was… gracious enough," Andrew said with a small smile. There was no need to bring up Tiana's moment of madness—it was better buried. Jameson chuckled. "Andy, sorry to trouble you again! But today wasn't just about getting your help with her condition." Lauren beamed. "That's right, Andrew. Now that you're part of the family, you're not an outsider anymore. So, Dad planned a little family dinner. We thought we'd introduce you to some people too, help you make some connections around Blumedale." Jameson added, "Exactly! And I heard from Lauren that you've been looking for some rare medicinal herbs. Well, turns out, I know some folks who might be holding on to a few." Andrew nodded thoughtfully. "I am looking for rare herbs, that's true. But as for opening doors, Mr.
Truthfully, Tiana was by far the most challenging woman Andrew had ever dealt with. He could not hit her or offend her. To make things worse, she was Lauren's mother and Jameson's wife. No matter what insanity she pulled, Andrew could not actually do anything to her. Seeing Andrew so obviously trapped, Tiana felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. She chuckled smugly. "Andrew, you're the Dragon Prince of the Lloyds. There's no way I could ever win against you—not in a million years. "But you lost the moment you started dating my daughter. I'm your mother-in-law. That means I can mess with you, tease you, and you won't be able to lift a finger." Andrew replied evenly, "You're right—I can't fight you. But if I can't win, I can still walk away." Tiana waved her hand. "Alright, alright. Let's stop arguing. Just promise me one thing—what happened here today stays between us. Lauren can never find out." Andrew let out a dry laugh. "You're only worried about Lauren? What ab
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