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As the auction host, Elsie was fully aware that the Celestial Nymphaea could not possibly fetch such a high price. Even so, she still asked symbolically, "12 million dollars! Are there any other bids? If not, the Celestial Nymphaea will go to Mr. Lloyd!" Elsie could barely contain her excitement, knowing well the astronomical figure was unbeatable. Just then, a mocking voice cut through the air, ruining the moment. "I bid 12.3 million!" A wave of gasps and murmurs swept through the crowd. Everyone realized someone deliberately tried to stir up trouble for those in The Vault. In Michael's private suite, Bane let out a sinister laugh. "Serves them right. If I can't have this precious item, that boy won't get it either." Michael sneered. "I figured Finley wouldn't stay quiet for long. With him stirring up trouble, Andrew will have to bleed money if he wants to win this." The curtain to Finley's box was dramatically pulled aside as he revealed himself, challenging Andrew arrog
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Finley laughed out loud. "Mr. Weller, I love how you bid! When it comes to being shameless, you're truly in a league of your own!" Michael chimed in with a booming laugh. "Harvey, you really know your way around an auction. I'm impressed!" In his private box, Harvey's face twisted into a malicious grin as he listened to Finley and Michael's words. His sole purpose was to destroy Andrew, and he did not care if it meant temporarily aligning with Finley. Christina cast a cold glance his way. "Do you really find this amusing?" "Why wouldn't I?" Harvey spat venomously. "After all the times Andrew has messed with me, don't I deserve to make him suffer a little?" Christina shook her head disapprovingly. "I'm not talking about you bidding—it's an auction, after all, and everyone has the right to compete fairly. I'm talking about that pathetic hundred-dollar increase. Isn't that beneath the Weller family's pride?" Harvey shrugged. "I couldn't care less about the Celestial Nymphaea.
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With a 30-million-dollar sale, the auction house's commission alone would be in the millions. It was definitely a windfall. Lauren and Francesca stared at Andrew, clearly struggling to comprehend the astronomical number, and their hearts ached. Lauren muttered, "Dr. Lloyd, 30 million dollars… I think we might've gotten carried away." "I just didn't feel like playing games with these idiots," Andrew said casually. "Better to crush them with one bid and be done with it." His casual tone made Lauren and Francesca grit their teeth in frustration. After all, 30 million dollars was not just a small sum. It was a monumental deal. Anyone else would have spent hours debating about that kind of money, let alone tossing it out so casually. "Spending 30 million on a single item?" Finley laughed mockingly. "Andrew, I can't tell if you're actually stupid or just pretending to be. I was going to keep playing, but after seeing that move, I'll let you enjoy your foolish victory." No one j
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Finley let out a cold snort, dissatisfied with Harvey's show of arrogance that had stolen his thunder. Just as he was about to argue, a commanding voice, though accompanied by a cough, resonated through the room. "As the elder, I'm here to support my son Harvey. I trust everyone will show proper respect." The auction house erupted in commotion, as no one had expected the head of the Weller family, one of Jayrodale's most influential figures, to make a personal appearance. "That decrepit old man Kane actually showed up, huh," Finley muttered under his breath in his private booth, choosing to hold his tongue. While he could provoke Harvey, it was a different story with Kane. After all, as the head of an established family, Kane held the same status as the leader of the Hidden Dragons. Finley knew all too well that Kane, despite his current frail appearance, had been a force to be reckoned with in his younger days. As a junior grandmaster in martial arts, Kane could end him with
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Before Elsie could even finish her sentence, someone spoke from The Vault. "3.75 million and one dollar. My apologies—I was dozing off and forgot to bid. Thank you for your patience!" The statement left all guests momentarily stunned before the room erupted in unprecedented laughter and chaos. "Adding just one dollar? This gentleman is definitely settling an old score!" someone shouted through their laughter. "And who said he wouldn't dare challenge the Weller family? Karma might be late, but it never fails to show up. Harvey's really getting a taste of his own medicine now!" another guest called out. "Brilliant, absolutely brilliant! The Weller family throws their weight around, Kane comes to show off, and Harvey deliberately drove up prices before—now they're getting exactly what they deserve," someone else chimed in. Andrew's unexpected bid shocked not only the spectators but also Michael, Bane, and Finley. "This guy really isn't afraid of death, is he? Even with Kane
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Harvey was overwhelmed with rage, feeling like he was about to lose his mind. He did not expect Andrew to get on his nerves this much. "Andrew, if you've got the guts, let's settle this outside!" Harvey shouted, pointing at The Vault. He thought Andrew was going too far. While everyone else showed respect to the Weller family, the latter deliberately interfered and treated them like nothing. "What about the diamond crown? Or are you admitting defeat like a coward?" Andrew sneered, unmoved by the threat. Harvey's face contorted with fury, and roared, "15 million! I'll destroy you tonight!" He was trapped and had to see the bidding through to the end. Moreover, this crown was meant for his proposal, and backing down would destroy both the Weller family's reputation and any chance with Christina. "15 million and one dollar," Andrew replied coldly. "As I said, I'll add a dollar to whatever you bid." He was never one to let grudges slide, and he intended to make Harvey experi
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The auction continued late into the night, with many guests still buzzing with excitement. The attendees could not stop discussing the two spectacular bidding wars that had taken place earlier. Without exception, all the drama centered around someone named Andrew. Michael turned to Harvey with a consoling tone, saying, "Harvey, cheer up. After all, the crown still ended up in your hands." He added, "Sure, Andrew may be insufferable, but in the end, he backed down and didn't dare compete with you." Harvey's forced smile looked more painful than genuine. He did not think Andrew backed down. Instead, that bastard had pushed him to the absolute limit with his underhanded tactics. Of course, Harvey did not say his thoughts aloud. Despite the burning rage in his heart, he maintained a gracious facade as he accepted Michael's attempts at consolation. Finley let out a cold snort. He spat, "This guy's got some nerve. Not only did he offend me, but he also showed complete disrespect to
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Andrew remained unaware of the conversation between Silas and Elsie. Even if he had known, he probably would not have cared. "Back so soon, Dr. Lloyd? Don't tell me Ms. Santana didn't ask you out?" Lauren teased, batting her eyelashes at Andrew. "I don't have time for that," Andrew replied with a weary sigh. Lauren pouted. "So she did make a move on you! Hmph! She's got some nerve trying to compete with me for a man—she's way out of her league." "Andrew, Elsie is the belle of the Radiant Group," Francesca chimed in. "She's the most sought-after woman in Jayrodale's elite society, with several prominent family heads vying for her hand in marriage. Why did you turn her down?" Andrew shrugged casually. "I'm not interested, and we barely know each other. Simple as that." Francesca laughed. "Well, that's quite straightforward of you. But if word gets out, playboys like Finley and Michael will say you're unappreciative!" "Harvey's probably itching to propose to Christina with t
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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
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"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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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,
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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
