Michael's face darkened as he cursed Andrew in his mind. 'That bastard… Like hell I'd want to die with him!' Lauren barely held back a laugh, secretly loving Andrew's antics. She was touched, knowing that Andrew was going after Michael just to stand up for her. She continued methodically, addressing each urgent matter one by one. "Last two things—do everything possible to win back the business partners we lost," she instructed. "They only cut ties with us because they were misled by the online smear campaign. If we can convince them otherwise, we can restore those partnerships." Toward the end, she hesitated, her brows slightly furrowed, as if struggling with something. Andrew chuckled. "You're stressing over handling the Wellers' warehouse fire, aren't you?" Lauren nodded. "Dr. Lloyd, you really do get me. Most of our other problems can be dealt with through PR, advertising, and strategic business moves. But the Wellers' warehouse fire is already a national scandal. To be
No one paid any attention to Michael and his twisted comments. Everyone was waiting for Andrew and Lauren's next instructions. Andrew said, "Lauren, I don't think we should go head-to-head with the Wellers over the warehouse fire." Lauren nodded. "I was thinking the same. Right now, the public is on their side, and the internet is flooded with support for them. If we try to argue our case directly, people will just see Rhodes Corporation as the villain." Andrew smirked. "Which is why we should shift the focus." Lauren thought for a moment before her eyes lit up. "You mean we create a new media storm—one big enough to replace the warehouse fire scandal and divert public attention?" Andrew gave her an approving look. "That's my girl—always quick on the uptake." Excited, Lauren's mind raced, quickly coming up with possible solutions. "Dr. Lloyd, I swear, you're a lifesaver. The moment you pointed it out, everything just clicked. If we create a bigger national talking point, th
Cedric said, "When it comes to holistic medicine and wellness, this person has made quite a name for herself. In fact, in the entire Gabo Creek region, she's renowned for her expertise in health and longevity." He added, "Many high-society women from Jayrodale line up just to seek her advice on beauty and anti-aging remedies whenever they get the chance." Andrew's face lit up. "A wellness expert? That's perfect—getting her to endorse our miracle drug would be an ideal fit." Cedric, however, frowned. "It's a good idea, but there are two major obstacles." "First, my old friend isn't very social—she prefers solitude and spends most of her time in The Southern Highlands. Over the years, plenty of wealthy elites and high-ranking officials have tried to meet her, but most never even get past her front door. "Second, her background is rather unique—she isn't exactly someone from 'our world.' If you wanted to consult her for wellness knowledge, I could arrange that, but getting her t
However, Andrew had overestimated Michael's driving skills. Once they left Jayrodale and hit the winding roads toward The Southern Highlands, Michael miscalculated a sharp turn and scraped the car against the guardrail. Luckily, he hit the brakes in time. Andrew stepped out to inspect the damage and found only a minor dent—not enough to affect the car's performance. Michael climbed out of the driver's seat, looking annoyed. "Damn it! These roads are absolute garbage. Why don't they just widen them or make the turns less sharp?" Andrew shot him a glance. "Oh? So instead of admitting you suck at driving, you're blaming the roads?" Michael stiffened and huffed. "Am I wrong? If these roads were as wide as the city highways, I wouldn't have hit anything!" Andrew let out a cold laugh. "By that logic, if I were your dad, does that mean I could smack you upside the head right now?" Michael's expression immediately darkened. He did not dare talk back—out in the middle of nowhere lik
Aspen, who was behind the wheel, glanced at Michael with a cold expression. "Oh, it's you, Michael. I have to ask—why the hell were you standing in the middle of the road like a damn utility pole? Trying to get yourself killed?" Michael exploded. "Aspen, you're the one trying to get yourself killed! You hit me—pay up!" Without hesitation, Aspen pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and casually tossed it onto the ground. "There. Take it and go get yourself checked out, Michael." Michael stared at the bill, his fury skyrocketing. "You bitch! How dare you humiliate me? Do you have a death wish?!" He lunged at Aspen from behind, raising his leg to kick her. However, Aspen was no ordinary woman—she was a junior grandmaster at her peak. Without even turning her head, she sneered and swung her elbow back in a ruthless counterattack. Her strike landed squarely against Michael's face, sending blood spurting from his nose as he crashed to the ground, groaning in pain. Aspen shot him a lo
Andrew frowned slightly. First, he had run into Aspen and Christina on the road. Now, at the monastery, he had to deal with Harvey. This trip was shaping up to be more trouble than expected. Still, he had already come this far—there was no turning back. Besides, he was not the type to be intimidated by anyone. Meanwhile, outside, Michael had managed to clean himself up a bit using the creek water. As he stepped into the monastery, his expression was full of resentment. "Andrew, you trying to kill me or something? If anything happens to me, neither Lauren nor you will get out of this alive!" Andrew sighed in annoyance. "Relax. If I really wanted you dead, it wouldn't take more than a few seconds. Focus. The Wellers got here first, and it looks like they're trying to win over Master Shiloh. We can't let that happen." The moment Michael heard Harvey was here, his eyes turned bloodshot. He clenched his fists and snarled, "That bastard? Perfect. I've been waiting to settle the sco
Andrew spoke clearly, "Master Shiloh, I hope you won't refuse our request. Please come down from the mountains and endorse our two miracle medicines." Behind the sheer curtain, there was only silence. Harvey sneered. "Andrew, do you really think someone like you has the ability to convince Master Shiloh to leave her retreat? What a joke. "In Jayrodale, countless wealthy elites, high-ranking officials, and socialites have tried to invite Master Shiloh into the business world, and none have succeeded. Do you think you, of all people, have what it takes?" Andrew remained calm. "Harvey, you talk as if you've succeeded where I've failed. Master Shiloh is a woman of wisdom and purity, living above the corruption of the world. "Meanwhile, you—the infamous head of the Wellers—are nothing but a degenerate, a disgrace. Honestly, the fact that she hasn't damned you straight to hell is already a mercy." For once, Michael was on the same page as Andrew. He pointed at Harvey and quickly
Andrew shook his head and mocked, "Christina, I swear, you're getting dumber by the day. But then again, this isn't surprising. Everyone from the Stevens family is the same—I've gotten used to it." Aspen let out a cold laugh before turning toward the curtain with a respectful tone. "Master Shiloh, it's been a long time since we last met. But please be careful—both sides here are dangerous. One is the Wellers, a family with no morals, full of filth and deceit. "The other is the Rhodes—and this Michael is a known arsonist. He's just as rotten as Harvey, nothing but trash." She cast a frosty glare at Andrew, adding, "And as for Andrew, you must be especially wary of his smooth-talking ways—don't let him fool you. "He's a manipulative fraud. In Jayrodale, he's infamous for being a gold-digger. First, he climbed his way up by leeching off Christina, then he latched onto Lauren Rhodes and Francesca Aicker like a parasite. "In short, he's not only a scumbag, but he's also dangerousl
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