Lauren exclaimed urgently, "Dr. Lloyd, you can't do this! Mr. Chapman is emotionally unstable—we should wait for the rescue team." She did not need to elaborate further, as Andrew already understood her meaning. She feared that if he tried to save Marcus and was not careful enough, Marcus might actually jump, and Andrew would have to bear that devastating consequence. Andrew smiled reassuringly and said, "Ms. Rhodes, trust me. I will bring Mr. Chapman back safely." "Andrew, are you trying to be the hero again? Are you looking for more trouble?" Eunice snapped angrily. "Do you understand what will happen if you fail to save Mr. Chapman?" "If I can't bring him back, I'll take full responsibility," Andrew replied coldly, which silenced everyone as they watched him slowly approach Marcus. Breaking out in a cold sweat, Eunice turned to Lauren and said, "Miss, how can you just stand there and let him act so recklessly? In this situation, whoever tries to save Mr. Chapman takes on t
Marcus gave a bitter smile as tears glistened in his eyes. He said, "Mr. Lloyd, you're a good man, and an even more open-minded one. Though we haven't known each other long, I truly admire and respect you!" He continued, "Unfortunately, even saints can't save everyone, and I'm just a poor soul trapped in quicksand with no way back!" Standing at the rooftop's edge for so long had taken its toll on Marcus' body and mind. He swayed more noticeably now, looking as if he might fall at any moment. A gasp rippled through the crowd behind him, and a few female employees started crying. Amidst the chaos, several angry voices cursed at Andrew, their words sharp and cutting. Andrew ignored all the distractions and focused solely on Marcus. He called out, "Mr. Chapman, I want to tell you something. You say even saints can't save everyone, but let me make one thing clear—if they can't, I can. If they can't bring someone back from despair, then I, Andrew Lloyd, will." Marcus blinked in con
The crowd watched in amazement as Andrew's arm swung like a pendulum, launching Marcus back onto the rooftop. Then, with seemingly effortless strength, Andrew pulled himself up and flipped back over the safety barrier. "Mr. Chapman is safe! Mr. Lloyd made it back up too!" The Rhodes Corporation employees on the rooftop erupted in joy and relief. Several medical staff quickly secured Marcus and carried him away while Lauren rushed to Andrew's side, circling him anxiously as she asked, "Dr. Lloyd, are you alright?" Andrew brushed off his suit and smiled, saying, "I'm fine!" Lauren threw her arms around him and said tearfully, "You scared me! When I saw you jump, I thought… well, if you were going to make such a dramatic gesture, it should have been for me!" Her comment broke the solemn atmosphere, causing the gathered employees to burst into laughter. "Mr. Lloyd, I have nothing but admiration for you!" one employee exclaimed. "You've shown us what true courage looks like. I
Andrew raised an eyebrow and said, "Well, anything less than a few million dollars would be an insult, don't you think, Mr. Rhodes?" "A few million? Andrew, has money made you lose your mind?" one of the executives beside Michael snapped angrily. Michael raised his hand to silence his subordinate and smiled, saying, "Lauren, Mr. Lloyd, I'll be going now—would you mind stepping aside?" Lauren did not budge an inch and asked coldly, "What were you doing when Mr. Chapman was about to jump?" Michael tilted his head thoughtfully and replied, "As the CEO, I'm extremely busy. I was working in my office, of course." "More like busy doing inappropriate things with your secretary. How disgusting!" Lauren mocked. Michael's face darkened as he snarled, "Lauren, watch your words. I'm the CEO—who are you, a mere subordinate, to question my actions? Besides, what proof do you have about these so-called inappropriate activities?" Andrew laughed and commented, "There's plenty of proof. Th
Andrew's face grew stern as he said, "If you can't handle this alone, you need to speak up instead of worrying about dragging me into it. Remember what I told you on the rooftop—you thought no one could help you, but I'm not just anyone." "Mr. Chapman, let Dr. Lloyd help you," Lauren urged. "I can personally guarantee that his capabilities go far beyond what you and I can imagine!" Marcus wavered at her words, glancing at Andrew uncertainly before asking, "Mr. Lloyd, you're not just the deputy chief of Jayrodale General Hospital, are you?" "Of course not," Andrew smiled. "To be frank, I now control the entire underground network of Jayrodale. Whether Lucy's situation involves old money families or other complications, I'm confident I can resolve it." "Mr. Lloyd, do you really mean that?" Marcus asked, his eyes wide with shock. Andrew chuckled. "Why would I lie about something like this?" Marcus studied Andrew intently, his mind racing as he processed this revelation. This m
"Searching blindly would be like looking for a needle in a haystack," Andrew remarked thoughtfully. Lauren snorted and said, "Let's go straight to the Weller residence and demand Lucy back. If Harvey refuses, we'll tear their whole empire down." Andrew chuckled wryly. "Ms. Rhodes, your approach is too aggressive. If we knew for certain Lucy was at the Weller residence, we could confront them directly. But as we heard, Harvey played it smart—Lucy isn't with the Weller family. She's with the masked man, so we need another approach." Lauren sighed, feeling frustrated. "But the Weller family is our only lead, and everything else is a dead end. What else can we do if we don't confront them?" Andrew turned to Marcus and asked, "Mr. Chapman, think carefully about that masked man—did you notice any distinguishing features?" Marcus racked his brain, trying to recall the incident. "He even disguised his voice, clearly being extremely careful not to reveal his identity. I studied him wh
Natasha laughed, saying, "Mr. Warren, we're just following orders. If you have a problem with that, you can take it up with our superior!" Donald snorted. "Who's your superior? Even if it's God himself, he can't let you run wild in my jurisdiction." Dylan replied calmly, "He's someone you should know, Mr. Warren—the one you arrested last time." Natasha added with an unrestrained laugh, "That's right. We're talking about And—I mean, Mr. Lloyd. Bye!" After hanging up, Donald wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his expression completely dumbfounded. He shivered and muttered, "So that's who's directing Dylan and Natasha—thank God I didn't interfere too much!" He decided then and there to stay out of it completely. After all, even Mark showed respect to Mr. Lloyd, and if Mark had not raised any concerns, then this definitely was not his business. Having found a convenient excuse, Donald relaxed with a chuckle. He wondered which poor soul had managed to anger someone as power
Harvey said smugly, "It's simple supply and demand—everyone wins. We're making money faster than my father ever did. Too bad he's not alive to see how I've made the Weller family more prosperous than ever!" Serena beamed as she walked over to Harvey's chair, settling down beside him. She purred, "Once you've built up the Weller family empire, don't forget my contribution." At that moment, Brad Weller, Harvey's uncle and a senior member of the family, walked into the living room. His face darkened immediately at the scene before him. "What do you think you're doing? Have some decency—you're bringing shame to the Weller family name!" Brad exclaimed angrily. Harvey and Serena barely reacted to his outburst. Harvey simply smiled and said, "Uncle Brad, don't act so shocked—this isn't the first time you've seen us together." Brad warned him, "Harvey, do you realize how disgraceful this behavior is? You're an educated man—how can you act so inappropriately?" Harvey replied coldly,
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