The day before, Francesca had been suffering from the effects of the Enthralling Essence, almost completely drained of energy. Andrew thought it was shocking that she had enough strength to work so early in the morning. Frowning, Andrew walked into the Moonlit Apothecary, headed straight upstairs, and arrived at his private office. Inside, Francesca was cleaning his desk, clearly struggling. Thanks to her efforts, the desk was spotless. Andrew approached her, placed his hand on her shoulder, and said irritably, "Who told you to do this? Stop. Your body isn't ready for this yet. You need to rest!" Francesca jumped in surprise, quickly dropping the cloth and blushing. "Andrew, when did you come in? You scared me!" Andrew looked at her seriously. "How do you feel? Is anything bothering you?" Francesca shook her head quickly. "No, I've recovered well. I'm just a bit tired, but other than that, I'm fine." Andrew was not convinced. "Come here. I need to check you out. I don't r
Andrew wondered if Francesca still remembered that he had helped her with his hands. He felt a little guilty. He had been in the wrong yesterday. Francesca blushed, hesitating as she said, "Actually, I… I remembered most of it. My body was out of control at the time, but my mind was very clear." Andrew cautiously asked, "Do you remember how I saved you in the end?" He hoped that Francesca did not remember that part. If she did, he would be embarrassed beyond measure. Francesca bit her lip, clearly embarrassed. After a long pause, she murmured, "I remember everything in bits and pieces. It's all kind of fragmented. But the moment when you saved me… I remember that the clearest." Andrew gave a dry laugh, realizing he was at a loss for words. The one thing he had hoped she would not remember was the part she recalled the most vividly. 'It's as if it was all fate,' he thought. "Andrew, don't feel guilty. I know you were only trying to save me, even if you had to resort to tha
Yet, Francesca would not listen. She pouted and grumbled, "Andrew, if you keep talking, I'm going to get mad. I know you don't want anything to do with me, but you don't need to act like we didn't do anything together. Why won't you admit it?" Tears welled up in her eyes, and she glared at him, full of resentment, as she asked, "Am I really so unworthy in your eyes, Andrew?" Andrew stood there, stunned for a moment. He sighed, knowing there was no point in explaining. The more he tried, the worse it would get. He would have to find the right time later to clear things up. He said, "Fran, don't be angry. I didn't mean anything by it." Francesca sniffed and replied, "Don't worry, I won't tell Lauren. I won't bring it up again, so you don't have to feel guilty. Anyway, I need to get to the hospital for my shift. So, I'll leave it at that!" Andrew asked, "Do you want me to drive you? You're still weak!" Francesca blushed and said, "If you want to drive me, I'd appreciate it."
Marcus said, "Right now, we only have a few samples. If we try to compete with Michael using just these, it won't be convincing at all!" Andrew nodded. "That makes sense. Then let's go to the factory and get a batch of both miracle drugs produced. We'll release them into the market and see how they perform!" Marcus remarked darkly, "Speaking of this, Mr. Lloyd, you might not know. Michael has already made arrangements with our suppliers on the manufacturing side." Andrew sneered. "What kind of dirty tricks is that trash pulling behind the scenes now?" Marcus gritted his teeth. "The suppliers are all leaning toward Michael. They've agreed to work with him exclusively. I've been to them a few times now, and each time, they came up with some excuse to delay. Finally, they just flat out told me they'll only cooperate with Michael." Andrew remained calm. "Good medicine is rare, but there are plenty of factories. Don't worry, we'll find another partner." At the moment, Lauren was
Someone mocked, "Heh, the sign says, [No entry for anyone from Rhodes Corporation's Pharmaceutical Division or dogs.] Doesn't that mean people from Rhodes Corporation are worse than dogs? Hahaha!" Another commented, "Mr. Brunner of Glorious Pharmaceuticals is a real entrepreneur here in Jayrodale. Rhodes Corporation may have a big name, but Mr. Brunner clearly doesn't care about that!" "Without a doubt, Rhodes Corporation's Pharmaceutical Division must have offended Mr. Brunner. Sure, Rhodes has a huge reputation in Jayrodale, but in front of Mr. Brunner, they're nothing. They have to come crawling and begging!" Glorious Pharmaceuticals employees, as well as others passing by, stopped to watch and gossip about Andrew and Marcus. The employees, especially, could not hide their contempt, their expressions dripping with disdain. Marcus turned to the security guard, his voice cold. "We haven't done anything to offend Mr. Brunner, have we? Why would he pull something like this witho
One of the men said, "Marcus, you're the head of Rhodes Corporation's Pharmaceutical Division, and we're giving you face today. Hurry up and take this fool and get out of here. We at Glorious Pharmaceuticals won't entertain trash like this!" Laughing, the employees of Glorious Pharmaceuticals, including the security guard, were all enjoying the moment. They acted as though they had won something, looking at Andrew like he was nothing. Marcus gritted his teeth and said, "Kenneth, we may not have gotten the visit we wanted, but we still have our dignity. Are you really planning to cut ties with Rhodes Corporation's Pharmaceutical Division over this?" Kenneth sneered. "Marcus, don't get ahead of yourself. Right now, Mr. Brunner has already secured a big deal. The mysterious VIP guest is negotiating with him as we speak. Rhodes Corporation? Maybe they were relevant in the past, but now? We at Glorious Pharmaceuticals don't owe you anything." Marcus looked at Andrew and muttered, "M
Kenneth never expected Andrew to actually fight back. After all, this was Glorious Pharmaceuticals' territory, and Andrew was supposedly just a small fry from Rhodes Corporation's Pharmaceutical Division. Who gave him the audacity? Armed with plastic batons, dozens of security guards rushed forward to surround Andrew. Meanwhile, a few Glorious Pharmaceuticals executives backed away in fear, shouting insults. "How dare this punk hit Mr. Mudge? You're dead!" "Mr. Mudge, hang in there! We'll take care of this little brat right now!" "Security, what are you waiting for? Beat him to death, teach him a lesson!" Andrew stamped on Kenneth's head, forcing his face into the ground. Kenneth's mouth and nose were filled with blood and teeth, spraying out in a horrific mess. "One more move, and I'll crush his skull," Andrew said calmly, not even looking at the dozen or so guards. Marcus was frozen in shock. Meanwhile, the security guards and the remaining executives of Glorious Pharma
Marcus was at a loss for words from Andrew's unconventional approach and thinking. It was unlikely that those at Glorious Pharmaceuticals embraced the martial spirit, but rather were fearful of Andrew. After all, he had slapped Kenneth so hard his blood was all over the place—now they have no choice but to obey. Marcus had gained a new level of respect for Andrew, thinking the director of the group was absolutely a force to be reckoned with. "You think you'll do anything to Mr. Brunner? You've hit Mr. Mudge, and you won't be leaving Glorious Pharmaceuticals in one piece today." "Yeah, you should release him and pay a few hundred thousand in medical fees, or you'll be dead before you know it." "Mr. Mudge is Mr. Brunner's right-hand man. Slapping him is the same as slapping Mr. Brunner's face. If Mr. Brunner doesn't deal with you today, I'll eat my shoe!" The executives leading the way were fuming, constantly threatening Andrew. Usually, they were the ones being treated
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