"Christie, I'm here to see you and your family," Harvey said as he entered, his tone unusually humble. "Last night, I lost my head and acted impulsively. Please forgive me." Irene scoffed. "Sorry, but we won't accept your apology. You can turn around and leave." Harvey was unfazed by Irene's sharp tone and brushed off her hostility as if he had anticipated it. His eyes scanned the room, but when he did not see Christina, his expression hardened. "Where's Christie? Where did she go?" Irene sneered. "Where? Far away from you, of course. Harvey, you should just give up. After what you did last night, none of us will ever forgive you." She added smugly, "And just so you know, Christie and Andrew are back together. Right now, they're probably cozying up somewhere." Harvey's face turned dark in an instant, his eyes blazing with rage like he was ready to explode. Francesca, who had been leaning against the wall watching the scene unfold, frowned and snapped, "What nonsense are y
After all, Kane was not someone Francesca or Lauren could deal with. Harvey said smugly, "Fran, I bet you never thought the day would come when Andrew would be entirely under my thumb. "For so long, you and Lauren—Jayrodale's two leading beauties—have been hanging around with that guy. As your senior, I've warned you countless times, but you girls just won't listen, will you?" He grinned and added with disdain, "Tell you what, why don't you go get Andrew and have him crawl over here and lick my boots? If he does a good enough job, I might just consider sparing him—for now." Francesca clenched her fists, disgusted by the sight of Harvey's audacity. She said coldly, "Harvey, you're supposed to be the golden boy of Jayrodale, born into a prominent family. But for as long as I can remember, you've always been the one picking fights with Andrew. Now that you can't beat him, you've brought your family muscle to settle the score." She scoffed. "Do you actually think that makes you l
Christina's tone was cold as she said, "I'm sorry, but I don't need any of this from you. I already told you last night—we're done. There's nothing left to talk about." Harvey silently cursed her, but he kept his face calm and plastered on a smile. He softened his tone and replied, "I know you're still angry. I'm not asking you to forgive me right away, but my feelings for you have never changed. If you don't forgive me today, I'll stand outside Stevens Corporation every day to apologize until you do." Christina frowned in disgust. "Harvey, don't you realize how childish and pathetic that sounds? I don't want your apologies. I want us to stay out of each other's lives from now on. It's for the best." Irene snapped, "Harvey, stop harassing my daughter! You're the heir of the Weller family—stop acting like some shameless, clingy mutt!" Harvey's face twitched at the insult, his fists clenching as he fought the urge to lash out at Irene. He inhaled sharply, forcing himself to stay
Christina's voice was stiff as she said, "But this time, what I've done for you should be enough to repay everything you've done for me." Andrew frowned and asked coldly, "So even now, you're still focused on settling some imaginary debt with me? Still determined to make sure that you and Stevens Corporation owe me absolutely nothing?" Christina turned her head away, her voice rigid. "That's right. I don't want to owe you anything." Andrew let out a mocking laugh. "You never owed me anything to begin with. Now, move aside. Didn't Harvey claim he wanted to teach me a lesson? I'm giving him his chance." Christina was taken aback but quickly recovered and scolded him, "Andrew, do you even know what you're doing? Step back! Harvey brought one of his family's top enforcers. If you keep this up, everything I just compromised for will mean nothing!" Andrew gently pushed her aside, his tone calm but firm. "First of all, I never needed you to compromise for me. Secondly, if he thinks
Andrew's swift and decisive moves left Christina, Francesca, and the others stunned. None of them expected Andrew to go as far as to completely dominate Harvey, even with Zayne by his side. What shocked them even more was that Harvey, who was supposed to be the top heir of Jayrodale, a place known for its skilled fighters, looked like a complete amateur, unable to even get back up after a light strike from Andrew. Zayne's eyes burned with fury. "Kid, you've got a lot of nerve," he said, his voice filled with anger. "You've hurt someone under my watch. That means I can't let you leave here alive." Andrew casually waved his hand. "Quit talking. If you want to fight, hurry up. I've got other patients to see." Zayne nearly exploded with rage. "You brat! You're asking for it now." Meanwhile, Harvey remained lying on the ground with his shattered fingers, and he could barely breathe from the pain. "Mr. Fletcher, do something! Make him pay! I want him dead, now!" Harvey screamed.
Two Weller family bodyguards rushed forward, using all their strength to steady Zayne. The scene had left Harvey stunned, completely unprepared for this outcome.Zayne mustered his last breath and stated firmly, "Mr. Weller, run." Without waiting for a response, he shoved aside the bodyguards supporting him and bolted toward the hospital exit. Andrew stood there with an icy expression, making no move to pursue. His knee strike had already shattered Zayne's vital points. While the man might survive, he would never fight again. Harvey finally snapped out of his daze and glared at his bodyguards. "What are you idiots standing around for, you useless bunch? Let's go! Get me out of here!" The bodyguards finally came to their senses and moved to escort him away, but Andrew's cold voice stopped them. "If you want to live, leave that piece of trash behind." The bodyguards' legs trembled as they remembered Zayne's fate. To them, Andrew was like the Grim Reaper himself. Then, A
One of the bodyguards asked shakily, "M-Mr. Weller, what should we do? That guy is terrifying! He destroyed Mr. Fletcher's chest. If he comes after us… w-we're done for." Harvey roared, "You're all nothing but cowards! With this kind of spineless behavior, I might as well keep dogs instead of bodyguards!" The bodyguards could only seethe silently, thinking ironically that Harvey had been the most terrified of them all. "Take me to get treated first, then find my father immediately," Harvey snarled through gritted teeth. "Just wait, Andrew. Only one of us will survive this, and it won't be you!" … Back at Jayrodale General Hospital, Irene pulled Christina aside and whispered, "Christie, this is our chance for the Stevens family." "Mom, what are you talking about?" Christina asked, confused. Irene responded urgently, "Don't you see? Andrew is now our family's only hope. The Weller family is too powerful—even Mr. Weller Senior wants to devour Stevens Corporation. We can't ha
Though mother and daughter had lowered their voices, Andrew's keen hearing caught every word. "While the Bridgefields' Stevens family might be established, they're mediocre at best. They're nowhere near the Weller family's level in Jayrodale," he commented casually. "Andrew, you know about Bridgefields' Stevens family too?" Christina asked in surprise. "The head of their family once came to me for medical help with a hefty payment," Andrew replied flatly. "I turned them away because of their attitude, but yes, I know a thing or two about that family." The head of Stevens family from Bridgefield was an influential figure who commanded immense influence throughout the region. Every member of the Stevens family had to follow their orders, making them one of the most formidable families in the area. Hence, when Andrew claimed that the head of the Stevens family's main family had come begging for his help with a substantial financial offer, it was beyond belief. Christina seem
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