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
Harvey was the first to react, his face lighting up with excitement. "Master Shiloh, your wisdom is truly admirable—I have nothing but respect for you! "My father always spoke highly of you, believing you to be a person of true integrity, untouched by wealth or status. You seek only peace and harmony with nature, remaining above worldly desires." He continued, "That's exactly why the Wellers need someone like you. Please rest assured that if you join us, we will treat you as an honored guest. "You will have the full resources of the Wellers at your disposal. With our platform and influence, you can spread your teachings on holistic wellness and healing to benefit countless people. Whatever you need, the Wellers will provide—without hesitation!" Behind the sheer curtain, Shiloh let out a soft hum, neither agreeing nor rejecting. Harvey, however, felt a surge of excitement. She had not refused, which meant he had a real shot. To him, Shiloh was not just a wellness expert—she w
Michael was getting anxious. Both the Stevens and the Wellers had already made their moves, yet Rhodes Corporation was still sitting on the sidelines, doing nothing. Desperate, he quickly said, "Master Shiloh, as long as you're willing to step in and support Rhodes Corporation, we're willing to offer you a deal that will guarantee your complete satisfaction!" Behind the sheer curtain, Shiloh remained silent, as if she could not be bothered to acknowledge him. Harvey laughed loudly and said, "Michael, with your kind of reputation? You're a criminal—one who's committed arson and murder. There's no way Master Shiloh would ever entertain the likes of you. You can forget about trying to win her over. Rhodes Corporation should give up on this pipe dream!" Even Aspen and Christina sneered at Michael. At this point, it was clear that Shiloh would only consider working with the Wellers or the Stevens. They believed Rhodes Corporation, Michael, and Andrew had no shot because Shiloh's c
Aspen shook her head with a chuckle. "Master Shiloh, I told you—this Andrew is nothing but a schemer. Just look at him, using something as vulgar as money to taint your presence. It's honestly disgraceful!" Christina shot Andrew a mocking look. "Andrew, are you seriously throwing out a measly 20 million? How shameless. Do you really think someone like Master Shiloh cares about money? If she wanted it, all she'd have to do is say the word and half of Jayrodale would be fighting for the chance to shower her with wealth." Michael smirked sarcastically. "Andrew, you really outdid yourself. I thought you had some genius strategy, but it turns out, you're just making a complete fool of yourself." He continued, "At least Stevens Corporation has some class—they send antique paintings and even handcrafted harps. But you? You walk in here, waving cash around. It's tacky—absolutely tacky!" Andrew ignored their ridicule and continued watching the figure behind the sheer curtain. Then, in
Andrew paused for half a second before finally catching on. He chuckled and said, "Twenty million in Holtrien dollars. As for Meurico dollars, well, we'll see about that later. "Since Master Shiloh hasn't endorsed my product yet—I can't just throw numbers around blindly, can I?" Shiloh nodded in agreement. "That makes sense. Then let me ask one last question—do you pay upfront, or do I get paid only after I endorse your product?" Andrew smiled. "You don't have to worry about that, Master Shiloh. With your reputation, I'd naturally pay in advance." Shiloh responded with a soft hum, offering no further comment. However, anyone with half a brain could see it—she was clearly tempted by Andrew's offer. In an instant, Harvey, Christina, and Aspen became visibly unsettled. "Master Shiloh, you are a revered sage, a woman who has renounced worldly desires! There's no way you'd let this lowly man's money sway you!" "Exactly! Master Shiloh, if you truly needed money, all you'd have
Shiloh's voice remained calm as she said, "Neither the Wellers nor the Stevens have grasped what I truly practice. You are all too fixated on appearances." Christina could not help but interject, "Master Shiloh, even if you need money and believe that your teachings should be grounded in reality, then why not come to Stevens Corporation? We're willing to offer an even higher price." Aspen, growing anxious, quickly added, "Master Shiloh, you and I go way back! Just come to the Stevens instead. If it's money you want, Christie and I are willing to offer 50 million—no, 80 million!" However, Shiloh shook her head. "This isn't about money." Aspen and Christina instantly froze. They had refrained from mentioning money earlier, yet Shiloh had chosen to follow Andrew, who had offered payment. But now, when they were willing to pay even more, she suddenly claimed it was not about the money? Their minds felt like they were about to split apart. Why was a revered figure like Shiloh fa
Shiloh's bright eyes flickered with surprise. "You noticed? No wonder Cedric speaks so highly of you, Mr. Lloyd. Your insight is truly remarkable. You're right—I do have a condition. That's why, despite being over 80, I don't look my age." Andrew nodded but did not press further. That was her personal business, and prying any more would have been rude. Meanwhile, Aspen and Christina were fuming. Aspen stepped forward, blocking their path. "Master Shiloh, I just don't understand. Why would you choose to leave with Andrew over a mere 20 million?" Christina gritted her teeth. "Master Shiloh, we already told you—we're willing to offer you a better price. Why won't you accept our offer?" Shiloh's expression remained calm. "It's simple. Mr. Lloyd understands what I actually need, unlike you all, who keep making empty promises without any real grasp of my practice. But most importantly, Cedric told me that Mr. Lloyd is a remarkable physician. So I thought, perhaps he might be able t
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