The other customers and even the restaurant owner stood frozen in place, staring at Andrew and Lauren in shock. Everyone looked stunned. It was as if they were watching something out of an action movie. "Mommy, those two are amazing!" a little boy exclaimed. "Man, that guy knocked Nasty Hugh to the ground with just one slap!" a diner murmured in disbelief. "I thought he was just some skinny dude, but he's clearly hiding some serious strength!" Lauren walked up to Fiona, placing the heel of her stiletto on the woman's face while looking down at her with a cold smile. "A minute ago, you were throwing around insults like it was your hobby. So go on, say something else now." Fiona shrieked as Lauren's heel pressed harder, distorting her nose and mouth. Tears streaming, she cried, "Hugh, help me! Somebody help! She's going to kill me!" Lauren grabbed a fistful of Fiona's hair and sneered, "Your eyelids, nose, lips are fake, and even your chest is fake. Wow, you're a walking pat
Hugh hung up the phone and sneered at Andrew. "Your time is up. Rodney's already sent people over. If I don't break both your legs and ruin your woman, I'll change my name from Nasty Hugh to Loser Hugh." Feeling smug, he pulled out a chair, lit a cigarette with a dramatic snap, and took a long drag as if savoring his supposed victory. Fiona, now stripped of all her artificial enhancements, ran over to him, sobbing hysterically. "Hugh, you've got to stand up for me! That woman ruined everything I spent thousands on! I don't care what you do—just kill her for me!" Hugh was still fuming and trying to calm his nerves when he glanced at Fiona, only to recoil in horror. "What the hell are you?!" he shouted, flinging his cigarette to the floor. Smacking her across the face, he barked, "Are you human or some kind of ghost? Get away from me, you hideous thing! How can someone this disgusting even exist?!" Fiona clutched her swelling cheek, crying out in disbelief. "Hugh, it's me! I'm
Dean strode into the restaurant, his expression dark and menacing. The moment Hugh saw him, his confidence soared. He scrambled up from the floor and glared at Andrew with a venomous sneer. "You think you're tough? Go ahead, slap me again, you punk! Let me teach you something—out here, it's all about power and connections!" Andrew raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you sure you want me to slap you again?" Hugh smacked his swollen face and jeered. "Do it! I dare you! You won't. You're probably so scared right now you're about to wet your pants!" With Madblade Martial Academy's martial artists here, Hugh was convinced Andrew would not dare make another move. In his mind, he was already imagining the scene of Andrew groveling at his feet, sobbing and begging for forgiveness. Yet, before Hugh could enjoy his fantasy, Andrew's hand whipped across his face again with twice the force. Hugh flew backward, crashing straight into Dean and his men as they entered the restaurant. Dean's
Dean had hoped for a quiet life after joining Madblade Martial Academy. Instead, Andrew had shown up, stomped all over their pride, and forced them to pay back every cent without daring to make a sound. Dean had long resolved to follow three golden rules when it came to Andrew: not to provoke him, not to act recklessly, and not to resist. Yet, fate was cruel. Not only had he crossed paths with Andrew again, but Hugh had also managed to offend him and even expected Dean to clean up the mess. Dean's patience snapped, and for a brief moment, he genuinely considered killing Hugh to put an end to this nightmare. Hugh lay on the floor, beaten to a bloody pulp and sobbing uncontrollably, his face a mixture of tears and snot. "Mr. Mayer, I called you here to help me deal with them, not to beat me up! Why are you hitting me? Get rid of those two scumbags already!" Dean exploded. "Shut your damn mouth, you idiot!" He punctuated his fury with a vicious kick to Hugh's stomach, making
Andrew said casually, "No need to be so cruel. Just do what I mentioned earlier." Dean was taken aback. "Mr. Lloyd, what exactly did you mean before?" Andrew gestured toward the restaurant's kitchen and replied nonchalantly, "Make him eat the kitchen slop bucket because his mouth is too filthy and disgusting. Some trash might help clean it out." Beads of cold sweat immediately formed on Dean's forehead as he looked at Hugh with pity and sympathy. This idiot must have said something truly offensive to Andrew, and karma was catching up to him. Dean had never tasted garbage before, but he could imagine it would not be pleasant. After all, that stuff was not meant for humans, and he knew Hugh would probably be scarred for life after this. "What are you standing there for? Didn't you hear Mr. Lloyd's orders? Eat the kitchen slop bucket," Dean barked at Hugh while silently mourning for him. Hugh thrashed wildly and screamed, "No! I won't eat it! I can't eat that—it's not edible a
After a long silence, Rodney finally growled through gritted teeth, "Just forget about it. Don't bother with him anymore. Let Andrew deal with him however he wants—might as well let him kill that troublemaking idiot! That cursed fool brings nothing but disaster! Of all the people he could provoke, why did he have to mess with Andrew?" Dean said, "I didn't intervene, but Mr. Lloyd ordered him to eat the kitchen slop." Rodney quickly responded, "Good, good, that's perfect! Make sure he eats until Andrew is satisfied. Do you hear me? If there isn't enough trash, get people to buy more from other places—I'll cover the costs!" Dean chuckled. "Don't worry, Mr. Sanford. I'll make sure he's well-fed." … "Dr. Lloyd, do you think Hugh can actually swallow that kitchen slop?" Lauren asked playfully. Her eyes glimmered with amusement, as their shopping trip had turned out to be more entertaining than expected. Andrew placed their shopping bags in the back of his G-Wagon and said with
Andrew exclaimed in surprise, "Lauren, I didn't realize you had that in you!" Lauren smiled sweetly. "Of course! I'm not just a pretty face. Remember, I was the one who chased Michael around with a knife, threatening his manhood!" Andrew could imagine Michael's miserable situation back when Lauren was at the height of her influence at Rhodes Corporation. That man was probably living in constant fear of losing everything at any moment. "I hadn't expected Ruby to be out of prison already. Someone must have pulled some strings," Lauren said thoughtfully. "It seems Ruby might be targeting Rhodes Corporation again," Andrew replied. Lauren smirked. "Let's head home. No matter how well she plans, it won't work. I just hope Troy doesn't do anything stupid." After dropping Lauren off, Andrew drove straight to his villa at the top of Moonlit Sanctuary. He had spent two days establishing himself at Rhodes Corporation, and it was time to focus on his own priorities. In the privacy of
"If I wasn't here, were you planning to spend your nights out with Andrew instead of coming home?" Tiana's voice grew sharper with every word, each sentence harsher than the last. Lauren looked at her calmly and asked, "What are you trying to say?" "I want you to show some restraint," Tiana snapped. "Remember, you're the heiress of Rhodes Corporation, not some wild party girl with no self-respect." Lauren let out a cold laugh and said dismissively, "Everything I do appears wrong in your eyes. You even want to control who I date, but what I can't tolerate is—what makes you think being with Andrew means I have no self-respect?" Tiana sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Do you think I'm blind? You're out there shopping, holding hands, whispering sweet nothings to each other in public—I know about your every move." Lauren's voice dropped, laced with accusation. "So, you let me go out, but then you spy on me?" "I'm not spying—I'm preventing you from doing something you'll
Justin instantly sensed something was about to spiral. He rushed forward and tried to defuse the tension. "Mr. Hopkins, please calm down. We're all just here to have a nice dinner—no need for this." Archie clutched his swollen cheek, his face twisted with rage. "Calm down? Get out of my face! If you say another word, I'll end you too!" Justin flinched and quickly backed off, no longer daring to speak. However, as he glanced toward the Rhodes family, his eyes burned with resentment. He cursed them for being foolish. Despite knowing they could not go up against the Hopkins, they still had to throw punches. He could not help but think they were just asking for it. Lauren's voice rang out cold and firm. "Mr. Hopkins, what are you trying to do? Start a war?" Archie bellowed with laughter. "Big mouth on you, you little bitch! With your trashy Rhodes family, you're not even qualified to go to war with the Hopkins!" He sneered, eyes gleaming. "But don't worry—I'm not just gonna tak
Justin's face twisted in discomfort, but before he could say anything, a loud voice boomed across the entrance. "Mr. McGrath, you can step back! If Mrs. Rhodes wants to dine in our Celestial Suite, then she's more than welcome!" As the voice faded, a burly man with a thick beard strode over. The giant crystal ring on his hand and the heavy gold chain across his chest made it clear—this man was rich, but absolutely tasteless. Jameson snorted coldly. "The Hopkins family sure has some nerve, snatching up someone else's reservation like it's nothing." Archie Hopkins cracked a wide grin, revealing a mouth full of blackened teeth, and laughed without a care. "Mr. Rhodes, you sound way too naive!" Archie shrugged and said, "In this world, it's all about money and muscle. The Hopkins family's got both. So stealing a little dining room from the Rhodes family? It's nothing." Tiana's voice turned icy. "Since you're admitting it's theft, then do us a favor and get the hell out." Arch
The place Jameson picked for dinner was one of the most well-known upscale restaurants in Blumedale—The Palace. "Andy, you might not know this, but around here, this spot is top-tier," Jameson said as he adjusted his tailored suit and smiled. He added, "It's not like I'm trying to flaunt my wealth or anything. But sometimes, even if you don't care for appearances, you've still got to show up with style!" Andrew chuckled and replied, "Mr. Rhodes, I get what you're saying." Tiana spoke up coolly, "Jameson, no need to put on this kind of show in front of Andrew. Otherwise, you'll just end up looking ridiculous. This guy probably poops in places you haven't even dreamed of stepping into." Jameson froze for a second, clearly shocked. "Well now, Tiana, you're really singing Andy's praises today. Could it be… the classic case of a mother-in-law who's starting to really like her son-in-law?" Tiana gave a snort. "This has nothing to do with liking him. I'm just telling the truth."
Lauren said, "Funny thing, Andrew—you probably don't know this, but my mom's been all about dressing up lately. For the longest time, I only ever saw her in simple outfits. She never really cared about appearances. "But now, she's all glammed up and polished! If you didn't know better, you'd think she was dating someone!" Andrew did not know how to respond, so he stayed quiet. He had a pretty good idea why Tiana suddenly started caring about her looks. It was probably because his presence reminded her of her first love—his father. Even though he was not the man himself, they were still father and son. Much like Aspen, Tiana clearly had something not quite right going on in her head. Only someone like her could project her feelings for a man onto his son. Nonetheless, no matter how he looked at it, Andrew just could not shake the weirdness of it all. After all, this woman was supposed to be his future mother-in-law, and yet, she was just a little off. Not that Tiana acted c
"Andrew, my mom didn't give you a hard time, did she?" Lauren asked as they stepped into the Rhodes residence's front parlor. She had noticed right away that Andrew did not look so great. "It's fine. Your mother was… gracious enough," Andrew said with a small smile. There was no need to bring up Tiana's moment of madness—it was better buried. Jameson chuckled. "Andy, sorry to trouble you again! But today wasn't just about getting your help with her condition." Lauren beamed. "That's right, Andrew. Now that you're part of the family, you're not an outsider anymore. So, Dad planned a little family dinner. We thought we'd introduce you to some people too, help you make some connections around Blumedale." Jameson added, "Exactly! And I heard from Lauren that you've been looking for some rare medicinal herbs. Well, turns out, I know some folks who might be holding on to a few." Andrew nodded thoughtfully. "I am looking for rare herbs, that's true. But as for opening doors, Mr.
Truthfully, Tiana was by far the most challenging woman Andrew had ever dealt with. He could not hit her or offend her. To make things worse, she was Lauren's mother and Jameson's wife. No matter what insanity she pulled, Andrew could not actually do anything to her. Seeing Andrew so obviously trapped, Tiana felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. She chuckled smugly. "Andrew, you're the Dragon Prince of the Lloyds. There's no way I could ever win against you—not in a million years. "But you lost the moment you started dating my daughter. I'm your mother-in-law. That means I can mess with you, tease you, and you won't be able to lift a finger." Andrew replied evenly, "You're right—I can't fight you. But if I can't win, I can still walk away." Tiana waved her hand. "Alright, alright. Let's stop arguing. Just promise me one thing—what happened here today stays between us. Lauren can never find out." Andrew let out a dry laugh. "You're only worried about Lauren? What ab
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