At times like this, the smartest move was not to respond—so Andrew put down his phone and went back to sleep. Yet, Francesca kept bombarding him with messages. [Andrew, I know you're not asleep. You jerk! You used my body and then tossed me aside like nothing!] Andrew's temper flared. When had he ever used her body? He had not even gotten that far, and it was a ridiculous accusation. So, he replied, [Fran, get some rest. It's late. We can talk tomorrow.] Francesca fired back immediately. [Ha! I knew it! You were awake, you scumbag. Andrew, I took a bunch of pictures today. Want me to share them with you?] Andrew did not want to kill her excitement, so he played along. [Sure, let me admire the gorgeous face of our little princess.] Within seconds, a photo popped up. Andrew took one look, and his heart skipped a beat. It was a bikini shot, and her generous curves strained against the tiny two-piece. Her fair, soft skin glowed in the dim lighting, and that adorable pout on
Today marked the final day of the Reckoning Toast. Raymond had never expected Andrew to show him such blatant disregard, showing up this late and making such an entrance. In the center of the hotel's grand hall, Winston sat slouched in his chair, looking thoroughly bored. Every now and then, locals from Jayrodale came over to toast him, but he either ignored them or responded with dismissive nods. It was clear he didn't take anyone here seriously. Standing stiffly behind Winston was an older man with a lean frame and a stone-cold expression. He was known as Jason Lowell, one of the Wright family's top enforcers sent as Winston's personal bodyguard. Raymond approached with a polite smile. "Mr. Lowell, you've been standing there all night. Please, sit down and rest for a bit." Jason responded flatly, "Mr. Chapman, just handle your business. I'll handle mine." Raymond bowed slightly, eager to please. "Of course, Mr. Lowell. You're absolutely right. I just worry that Andrew mi
Winston's intentions were obvious—he wanted Christina and Aspen to know just how significant his status was. Aspen gave a demure smile. "Ah, so you're the young heir of the Wright family. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wright." Christina, feeling a bit nervous, gave a small nod. "Hello, Mr. Wright." Winston laughed heartily. "Ladies, I assume you're here today to witness the grand finale of Mr. Chapman's Reckoning Toast?" Aspen tilted her head with a playful smile. "Mr. Wright, you're so sharp! Yes, we did come to join the fun. But honestly, we don't really understand these kinds of events. We're just here to watch." Winston's chest swelled with pride. "Well, you're in for a treat. Sit back and enjoy the show—I'm about to deal with that nobody, Andrew." Aspen's eyes widened in mock surprise as she parted her soft, red lips. "Wait… Mr. Wright, are you really going to step in on Mr. Chapman's behalf?" Winston let out a disdainful snort, his expression turning cold. "Of co
Finley was all for Aspen's devious schemes. As long as it was against Andrew, he did not care who it was—he was more than happy to watch. On the other hand, Christina secretly thought that perhaps this was an opportunity to test Andrew's true abilities. Winston, being the heir of Blumedale's Wright family, certainly wielded tremendous influence. If Andrew had provoked such a powerful young man, she wondered how he would handle the situation. If he crumbled instantly before Winston and begged for mercy, it would only prove he was not anything special after all. As time passed, more and more guests filled the hotel lobby. Many had not received invitations but had snuck in just to watch the drama unfold. A Reckoning Toast ceremony was not something you saw every day. Since it was being hosted by Raymond, the owner of Dream Paradise himself, whoever was on the receiving end would likely end up in a miserable state. "Damn it, he still hasn't shown up. This little bastard is really
"Otherwise, your luck runs out today, and you might not even know what killed you!" Aspen threatened. Andrew gave her a dismissive glance. "Aspen, who do you think you are to tell me what to do? You can't find anyone to rely on in Jayrodale anymore, can you? Hah, you're nothing more than a stray!" Aspen's expression changed dramatically as she gritted her teeth. Inwardly, she was shocked, wondering if Andrew had really taken out Gordon. After all, he would not say such things if he did not. Winston frowned when he saw Aspen's displeasure. He said coldly, "Raymond, what are you waiting for? Teach him some manners." Raymond acknowledged with a grunt, then turned to Andrew with a vicious smile. He snarled, "You little bastard, I'll give you one last chance. Hurry up, get down on your knees for the toast, and then accept whatever punishment I decide to give you!" Andrew raised an eyebrow. "And if I don't? Are you going to bite me?" Raymond was momentarily stunned, then flew in
Aspen sneered. "Andrew, do you really think Mr. Chapman has no one backing him? Mr. Wright is the real power behind tonight's Reckoning Toast. If you're still acting so clueless, you're as good as dead!" Winston let out a light chuckle. "Ms. Aspen, you're exaggerating. I'm just here for the show. Raymond can handle this. That little nobody isn't worth my time." He did not even spare Andrew a proper look, acting every bit like the elite spoiled rich kid he was. A few young women in the crowd practically swooned, their eyes gleaming with admiration. Men like Winston, born into wealth and power, had a way of dazzling naive girls. After all, in this world, money was the ultimate advantage. Christina remained silent, watching Andrew closely. She wanted to see how he would handle the pressure from both Raymond and Winston. After all, Winston arriving in Jayrodale was a big deal—he was the real power player in the room. In her opinion, Andrew would not dare go up against him if he h
With another vicious kick, Raymond's massive body was sent flying across the room, rolling like a ragdoll before slamming into the far end of the hall. With a loud thud, he crashed into the wall and collapsed to the floor, completely unconscious. The entire room fell into dead silence. One by one, the spectators stood frozen, their eyes wide with shock, unable to process Andrew's sheer audacity and brute force. Finley's face twitched in disbelief. "Does Andrew seriously not care about pissing Winston off?" Christina's lips parted slightly. She had known that Andrew had changed, but she never imagined he had grown this fearless. Yet, before anyone could recover from the shock, Andrew did something even more outrageous. He flicked his wrist casually and ordered, "Drag that fat pig over here. He still hasn't kneeled to apologize, and now he wants to take a nap? Not happening." Dylan grinned darkly and strode over, grabbing Raymond by the leg before yanking him across the floor l
"It's over. Mr. Wright is furious, and the consequences will be severe!" someone whispered. "Andrew is good as dead! When Mr. Wright gets angry, it's like the sky is falling!" another added. "I really admire this guy's guts. Even now, he's not begging for mercy on his knees. He must be an idiot to think he's untouchable," a third voice said. The onlookers' gazes toward Andrew were filled with both pity and mockery. If Winston went on a rampage, no one could help Andrew. Whatever Andrew had done to Raymond, Winston would pay back a hundredfold. "Andrew, you might be able to humiliate Mr. Chapman, but in front of Mr. Wright, all you can do is grovel," Aspen said with a cold smile. Andrew remained unmoved by the chatter and discussions surrounding him. He slightly turned his head, glanced sideways at Winston, and asked casually, "And who are you?" The crowd erupted again. They thought Andrew was insane and just too arrogant. Winston had already stepped forward in anger, yet he
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