Terror Town was the biggest metropolis in the east of Holtrien. At the international airport, Andrew and the two women stepped off the plane, where Chantelle's family was already waiting. "Elle, you're finally back! I missed you so much!" A stylish and well-dressed woman was the first to rush forward. Chantelle hugged her tightly and laughed. "Mom, I'm home." Beside her stood more than a dozen members of the Garcia family. Among them were Chantelle's father, Patrick Garcia, her sister, Cassandra, and her brother-in-law, Carlos Watts. Andrew could clearly feel all their eyes sizing him up, though he did not care and waited for Chantelle to make introductions. Natasha had already left ahead of them, as she was familiar with Terror Town. She told Andrew not to worry about her. She would handle her business with the Langley family first, then return to find him. Andrew was not concerned about her safety since the Langley family was Natasha's family. Since she obviously did no
Barnaby said, "The Phelan family has stayed silent. As for the Driscoll family, they were unfortunate enough to be wiped out by him." Mateo gave a cold laugh. "Destroying one family only proves he still has some conscience in him. But ruling Gabo Creek means nothing. One wealthy clan from Chetvine could crush the entire province effortlessly. "So your news holds very little value, and that's me being generous. If Mr. Cunningham Senior heard it, he would've dismissed it as garbage." Barnaby forced a dry laugh. "Yes, of course. It's only natural for someone like Mr. Cunningham Senior to scoff at my meager intel. Mr. Parrish, from what I know, the Dragon Prince has already set out for Terror Town. From there, he will return to Chetvine." Mateo nodded. "Very well. The Cunningham family will remember this favor. That will be all. We won't be seeing you out." He turned and walked away without sparing another glance at Barnaby. Barnaby did not mind and even smiled as he left the
The Cunningham family in Chetvine was one of the ten great aristocratic houses in the city. The line between a powerhouse and a wealthy family was simple: if the family had a martial emperor-level figure sitting at the top, then it was considered a powerhouse. Meanwhile, the Cunningham family was rumored to have two martial emperors, giving them influence across Holtrien and even the world. "Special Ops' director, Barnaby Hale, here to pay respects to the Cunningham family!" A convoy pulled up, and the notorious director of Special Ops, often called the mad dog, stepped out with a smile. The Cunninghams remained calm and polite. "Mr. Hale! Please, come inside." Barnaby held real power and influence in Chetvine. However, when he came to the Cunningham residence, he was just another visitor. This was because the Cunninghams not only had people with higher positions than him, but also those who could outfight him. Soon, Barnaby was escorted to the Cunningham residence's r
Rowan was still just a young lady at heart, so meeting Andrew in public still made her feel a little shy. Chantelle tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled. "Andrew, why don't you two talk over there? I'll wait here. We still have plenty of time." Andrew gave her a wry smile. "Alright then, wait for me. I'll be back soon. Ms. Maddock, this way, please." Rowan gave a soft hum, and the two of them walked into the airport's VIP lounge. As soon as the curtain was pulled shut, she threw herself at him. "You were leaving without even saying goodbye. Andrew, are you trying to be a heartless jerk?" Her sweet breath hit his face as she scolded him fiercely. Andrew wrapped his arms around her delicate waist and hurried to calm her. "Easy now. Weren't you going to talk about Onyx Serpents and its development?" Rowan huffed coldly. "I wouldn't waste such precious time talking business with you! Andrew, how long will you be gone? When are you coming back?" Andrew replied, "I rea
That night, Andrew battled the four temptresses with all he had. In the end, he won, but only barely. Perhaps because he was leaving soon, Lauren, Francesca, and Aspen were especially relentless. If Andrew's body had not been built like iron, he would have collapsed long ago. Still, as his martial strength kept improving, Lauren and the others found themselves crying out more easily under his onslaught. Even Aspen, usually the one who could endure the most, lasted barely 40 minutes before gasping for mercy. Chantelle, however, stayed disciplined the entire night. She was not jealous at all of Andrew's struggle with the others, because she knew she would have plenty of alone time with him once they traveled to Terror Town together. The thought alone kept her awake all night with excitement. The next morning, Andrew and Chantelle headed for the airport with their luggage, though most of it belonged to Chantelle. To his surprise, Natasha announced she wanted to come along as wel
Freya had always been resilient and strong-willed. Even when she felt wronged, she would not show it openly, unlike Hannah. Though she felt disappointed and hurt by the rejection, she forced a smile. "Alright then, I don't know what else to say. Andrew, I wish you a safe journey!" After saying this, she turned and ran away. Andrew shook his head and sighed. He could not come up with a perfect solution for this kind of situation. After all, he could not just accept every woman who came his way. Even if he could afford it financially, it would not be proper. With that, he quickly left the Keller family compound, feeling like he was making an escape. He was afraid that Hannah and Emily might come out and pester him next. These days, his ties with the Keller family were deep. George had come out of retirement just to help him manage affairs, so Andrew did not want to sour things by being cold to his daughters. But truth be told, he had no interest in either of them. If he h