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
Kane hung up the phone and shook his head, trying to maintain his composure. At this moment, staying calm was crucial. "Well, well, Mr. Weller Senior. Did something happen? You're looking rather pale," Marvin asked with a smile. Kane and his Weller family members were currently visiting Marvin's territory. Kane forced down his shock and anger, managing a smile. "It's just a minor setback, nothing important. Let's continue our previous discussion, Mr. Yates." "I'm glad it's nothing serious," Marvin replied. "However, regarding your earlier request, I'm afraid I can't help you." Kane frowned. "Mr. Yates, you're Jayrodale's wealthiest man, and your Wealthroller Investments controls the largest capital in the region. You know the Weller family needs funding right now. With just a little help from you, we'll repay tenfold once we recover." Marvin replied flatly, "My group does have substantial idle funds. However, while I can lend to the Rhodes or Aickers or any other organizat
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