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
The elevator chimed, and the doors opened, leading them to the entrance of Stephen's office. Before they could even step inside, Andrew heard a loud voice along with two female voices from within the room. "Ms. Aspen, Ms. Christina, well then, let's toast to a successful partnership and making a fortune together! Oh, the two beauties from Stevens Corporation are really making waves here in Jayrodale. It's truly my luck to meet such heavenly ladies like you." The person continued, "If we could sit down and chat over some wine, that would make it even more enjoyable!" Aspen laughed. "Well, Mr. Brunner, since you're offering, it'll be rude to decline you!" Christina's voice also sounded cheerful. "Then let Aspen and I raise a glass to you, Mr. Brunner. We hope you'll take good care of Stevens Corporation's pharmaceutical business." Andrew let go of Kenneth, speaking calmly, "Open the door." Kenneth felt like he had been granted mercy, and he scrambled to open the door and rush
Stephen puffed on his cigar slowly, then scoffed, "Kid, you hear that? The two ladies don't even care about your life anymore. Now, if you come over here, kneel, and clean my shoes until they shine, and then pay Kenneth half a million in medical fees, I might let you live." Andrew, with Marcus at his side, walked into Stephen's office slowly, not rushing. He glanced around and casually sat on the left side of the couch. "Mr. Brunner, that's a bit much," he said coolly. "I hit him because he deserved it. Besides, he started it, and I only defended myself. Also, Mr. Brunner, you insulted people from Rhodes Corporation's Pharmaceutical Division. I came here to ask for an apology. Is that really too much to ask?" Stephen froze for a second as if he could not believe his ears. Then he sneered, "What? You came here to ask me for an apology? Are you serious? You want to ask me for an apology?" Then, Stephen burst out laughing, like he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.
Stephen, growing impatient, said, "Your name's Andrew, right? I'll give you one last chance. Crawl over here, kneel, and clean my shoes. Otherwise, you won't be leaving the gates of Glorious Pharmaceuticals today." Andrew raised an eyebrow. "You're telling me I won't leave? Are you, Mr. Brunner, going to carry me out?" The room went silent as Kenneth inhaled sharply. He thought Andrew was seriously out of his mind, asking for trouble. Aspen and Christina, furious, could not help but laugh. Andrew's defiance had clearly infuriated Stephen, and his outcome would be disastrous. "You've got a death wish, don't you? I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it. Now you'll pay the price!" Stephen sneered, taking a long drag from his cigar. Then, he shouted, "Someone, get rid of him." A group of bodyguards in suits stormed into the room, filling the space with menace. Stephen looked at Aspen and Christina. "Ladies, give me a minute. I'll take care of this brat, then we can go win
Stephen said, "By the way, I had a drink with Mr. Garner recently. I've asked him to look out for things concerning my business in South City, and Mr. Garner didn't hesitate—he agreed right away." His words were dripping with arrogance as if he thought being friends with Dylan made him a big deal. Kenneth sneered, "Andrew, do you see just how powerful Mr. Brunner is? He controls both the legal and underground worlds. He's on a first-name basis with underground bosses. What do you have in front of Mr. Brunner? What are you going to play at? The only thing you can play is with your life!" Andrew did not respond to him, but instead, he looked at Stephen and smiled. "Mr. Brunner knows Dylan, huh? You and Dylan are friends, right?" With a puff of pride, Stephen responded, "That's right. Mr. Garner and I are that close. But you, little punk, you're just someone I'll deal with. You're not even worth my time to call him for." Andrew replied, "That's perfect, then. Since you two are c
Aspen furrowed her brows. She had seen Andrew effortlessly control both Natasha and Dylan at the opening ceremony of Moonlit Sanctuary. If Andrew really called Dylan over, would Stephen be humiliated? Christina spoke calmly, "Aspen, maybe Andrew can call Dylan. But don't forget, Mr. Brunner and Mr. Garner are close enough to drink together. Comparing them, Andrew's connection with Dylan is nothing next to Mr. Brunner's. In the end, he'll only embarrass himself." Aspen thought about it and agreed. Stephen was a big shot in Jayrodale, the leader of the pharmaceutical industry. Even if Dylan came, he would have to give Stephen some respect. She believed that Andrew was only riding on Lauren and Francesca's support. Without them around, Andrew probably would not have stood firm in front of Dylan. Stephen settled back in his chair and lit another cigar. Ever the suckup, Kenneth quickly grabbed a lighter and offered to light it for him. "You little punk, I'll be right here waiting
"Someone, take him out—make sure he doesn't leave here alive!" This was Stephen's turf, but Andrew had the nerve to talk to Dylan like that, ordering him around. Dylan was someone Stephen had to beg for respect, yet this small-time punk from Rhodes Corporation's Pharmaceutical Division was acting like he could order Dylan around. As Stephen commanded his men to move, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. His whole massive body was sent flying like a ragdoll, crashing into the wooden desk he loved so much. "What the…" Kenneth blurted out. He was stunned to see Stephen get punched out and thrown across the room. Meanwhile, Aspen and Christina's eyes widened in shock. It finally dawned on them that Andrew and Dylan's relationship was more serious than they thought. Stephen groaned, clutching the back of his head and struggling to get up, his face contorted in pain. "Dylan, what are you doing? Why are you hitting me? The one who insulted you is this punk. Take care of him
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