Since resistance was futile, there was no choice but to submit. Zephyr said, "Aspen, I swear I'll find a way to get you out of this hellhole!" Leaving behind that one sentence, he led the Bridgefields Stevens family out of Jayrodale in a state of utter defeat. Aspen watched their retreating figures, silent tears slipping down her face. As long as her sacrifice could ensure her family's survival, then it was worth it. Andrew glanced around. "That's enough. Let's head back." Without another word, he stepped out of the Stevens mansion doors. Christina clenched her teeth. "Andrew, what exactly do you plan to do with Aspen?" Andrew did not even turn his head. "I haven't decided yet, but it depends on how she behaves. If she's useless, I'll sell her off abroad and let fate decide the rest." Aspen, trailing behind him, turned even paler. Right now, she was nothing more than Andrew's property. If he decided to ship her off, she would have no choice but to accept it. As they lef
From behind, Irene shouted angrily, "Aspen, what the hell do you mean by that? What do you mean by 'silent cruelty'? Compared to you—selling yourself to Andrew like a cheap whore—Christie is a thousand times more dignified than you!" Aspen paused, turned around, and smiled as if she had not even heard Irene's insults. She replied, "I'm starting to see why Andrew despises Christie, why he won't accept her anymore. It's because she's really… nothing special." She continued, "You don't deserve Andrew, Christina. You're not even close to Lauren and Francesca." Shaking her head slightly, Aspen turned away and walked off without looking back. Christina's once-composed expression darkened instantly. She had tried to use the Bridgefields Stevens family to crush Andrew and destroy him completely. Yet, in the end, she was the one who lost—completely and utterly. Moreover, Aspen had seen right through her. Irene fumed, practically shaking with rage. "That little bitch! How dare she bl
In the end, Christina grew frustrated and snapped, "Mom, stop talking. I already have a headache, and all this talk isn't going to change anything!" Irene pouted. "I'm just worried! Now that the main family won't back us anymore, and that little bitch Aspen has completely cut ties with us! The Stevens family has no one left to rely on! If that bastard Harvey comes back to torment us, what should we do then?" Leroy thought for a moment, then suddenly brightened. "Christie! Isn't Finley, the Moore family heir, still in contact with you? Back when Aspen was around, we had an alliance with him, didn't we?" He asked, "Why don't we reach out to him now? With his ties to Hidden Dragons, he could be the perfect shield for our family!" Irene's eyes lit up. "Yes! That's right—there's still Finley! The leader of Hidden Dragons is his granduncle. Also, he fancies you, right? Christie, think about it—if you can win over Finley, the Stevens family will officially have Hidden Dragons as our b
Christina said calmly, "I would never sell my body in exchange for wealth and status. But you and Mom aren't wrong—Finley is someone I can take advantage of. Aspen is useless now, so I'll be the one to take over this alliance with Finley." Irene beamed with excitement. "Then what are we waiting for? Christie, call him right now and invite him over for dinner. I'll cook a feast myself—we have to treat him well!" Christina hesitated. "Inviting him to the house might not be the best idea. I think it'd be better to meet at a restaurant instead." Irene quickly objected, "A restaurant? That won't show enough sincerity! Think about it, Christie. If we invite Finley to our home, it sends a message that we value him. Once he's in a good mood, he'll be much easier to manipulate!" Leroy chimed in, "Exactly, Christie! Have him come over—I can drink with him too. As long as we keep him happy, you won't even have to sacrifice yourself. We can just use Finley's influence as our family's safet
Aspen had no say in how Andrew would treat her or what he planned to do with her. She could not run, nor did she dare harbor even the slightest thought of rebellion against him. As long as the Stevens family in Bridgefields still existed, she had no choice but to bow her head. Otherwise, any reckless move on her part could spark Andrew's wrath, and with just one command, her entire family would be wiped out. Not long after, Natasha returned. She noticed Aspen standing there, her face flushed with frustration, and asked in surprise, "Aspen, why are you just standing there? Sit down and rest for a bit." She added, "Like it or not, you're kinda one of us now. Even though I have to keep an eye on you so you don't steal my man, I can't help but feel a little bad for you." Aspen clenched her jaw and stiffly replied, "No need!" She would have loved to sit down, but a certain petty bastard clearly did not see her as human. Natasha glanced at Aspen, noting the barely contained anger
After being violated by Rodney, Aspen developed a deep-seated hatred for men. It had worsened over time, turning into something almost pathological. She could not stand being near any man, let alone strip in front of hundreds of West End's men to serve them. Andrew looked at her, his expression cold and indifferent. "Take it off. Or, I'll personally take you to see how the Stevens family in Bridgefields is wiped out. You know better than anyone that erasing your family would be effortless for me." Aspen let out a bitter laugh. "Andrew, you're ruthless. Fine, I'll do it." Due to her recklessness, the Stevens family had nearly faced complete destruction. Now that they had barely escaped the jaws of death, she would never let them fall into ruin again. With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned her blouse and slowly slipped it off, revealing her smooth skin. Natasha watched with amusement. "I have to admit, her body and skin are flawless. Darling, are you sure you don't want to ta
Andrew leaped onto the center of the ring and motioned to two burly men wielding long blades. "Attack me with everything you've got. If either of you so much as grazes the hem of my shirt, you win. I'll personally reward you with a pill that guarantees you entry into the senior grandmaster level." The two men's eyes lit up with excitement, and they turned to Natasha, awaiting her command. Natasha frowned slightly and looked at Andrew. "Darling, are you sure you want to fight two at once? They're armed, and the blades are razor-sharp—one misstep, and you'll be bleeding. You're unarmed. This is dangerous." Andrew stood motionless, his gaze fixed ahead. "It's fine. Let's go." Without hesitation, Natasha gave the order. "Do as Mr. Lloyd says!" Still, she kept a close watch, ready to call off the fight at any moment. Aspen secretly hoped that one wrong move would lead to these two swordsmen cutting Andrew down. That would be true justice. With two loud shouts, the men charged, s
Looking at the two defeated West End fighters, Andrew smirked. "You two weren't bad. Even though you didn't meet the challenge's conditions… I'll still reward you with something. Take it." With that, he tossed them a small bottle. Inside were two weaker versions of the Cleansing Pill—leftovers from when he refined the real thing. The two swordsmen were stunned for a moment before their faces lit up with excitement. They nearly dropped to their knees in gratitude. "Mr. Lloyd, we lost. We couldn't even last a single round against you… Why would you still reward us?" The two looked at him, completely baffled. Andrew waved them off. "You both have potential. That alone makes you worth investing in." Natasha shot them a look. "What are you idiots standing around for? Say thank you!" Snapping back to reality, they quickly bowed. "Thank you, Mr. Lloyd!" Andrew stepped down from the ring and turned to Natasha. "Now, do you understand why I said your people are just 'decent'?"
"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
Tiana had already been urging Andrew to make a trip to the Rhodes residence. With his current matters finally settled, Andrew made his way there. … Meanwhile, back at the Haywood residence, the funeral was underway. The place was shrouded in white—the last rites for Seth. It should have been a major event, but the atmosphere among the Haywoods was lifeless. No one looked remotely interested, and many of the younger members were outright slacking off, hiding in corners, smoking, drinking, and chatting. Someone whispered, "Xavier's the eldest son of the Haywoods and a damn colonel in the military, yet he couldn't even bring back Andrew's head? What a letdown." Another chimed in, "No kidding. Seth got taken out like that, which is a direct slap to the Haywoods' face." "Honestly, I've never seen our family this humiliated. Xavier even said he'd kill Andrew within three days or take his own life. Big talk for someone who came back empty-handed…" After just a few gulps of alco
Aspen and Chantelle both gasped in disbelief. They could not believe that Andrew had just toyed with Luna like she was some puppy. He offered her a treat, dangled it right in front of her face, and then yanked it back when she reached for it. Anyone with an ounce of pride would have snapped—and Luna Phelan was not just anyone. "Playing games on a razor's edge… Andrew, I'll be watching," Luna said coldly. "I'll watch how you destroy yourself." Her expression turned colder than it had been even when confronting Xavier.With one sharp step, she kicked up a gust of wind and vanished into the air. It was a clear sign that she was not just leaving, she was unleashing her fury. "That footwork was terrifying," Chantelle muttered. Even Aspen looked shaken. "Keep acting like this, Andrew, and someone's gonna hack you into pieces one day!" Chantelle snapped. After one last angry glare, she stormed off too. Aspen did not have quite the same fire in her. This demon of a man was hear
Luna turned around, clearly reluctant to even look at Andrew, and said flatly, "I can save you once, maybe even twice—but not a third time. To be precise, the only reason I stepped in at all was because you've done favors for the Phelans… and for Marvin. "But next time? Your life or death will have nothing to do with me. So, here's my advice—tone it down. This is Blumedale, not Jayrodale. You could show off back there, and no one cared, but here? Power and politics clash every second. Dying young might be the only fate you're headed for." Andrew frowned. "Luna, are you sick or something? Did I ask you to save me?" That one line did not just offend Luna—it also lit a fire in Chantelle. "Andrew, what the hell is wrong with you? General Phelan just saved your damn life. You didn't even say thank you, and now you're blaming her? Are you even a man?" She was speechless, thinking the guy was seriously unbelievable. Andrew shot her a cold glare. "Shut your mouth. No one asked for
Yet, of all the fearless, reckless men they had encountered, neither Aspen nor Chantelle had ever seen anyone as stubbornly arrogant as Andrew. Both women were completely stunned, wondering where he even got the guts to say things like that. In this world, commoners fear officials—but officials? They fear the men with guns—the military. However, here was Andrew, treating a colonel like Xavier as if he were worthless weeds. It was utter madness—like a sparrow challenging an eagle, a lamb taunting a wolf. It was sheer recklessness bordering on suicide. With a thunderous swoosh, Xavier's massive broadsword came crashing down with enough force to split boulders and level trees. Just the murderous pressure from that swing made Chantelle's face go pale. She was starting to doubt if she could even stand up to Xavier herself. After all, Andrew looked like he was about to be torn in half by that blade. What infuriated her even more was that, at the height of danger, Andrew just st
"Colonel Haywood, you know full well that with your rank and position, you can't just go around killing people on a whim," Chantelle warned coldly. She added, "Besides, your friend Andarov used banned weaponry on Holtrien soil, which is a serious offense. You can be sure Mr. McCormick won't just let that slide." Left with no other option, Chantelle had to drop Derek's name to try to rein Xavier in. However, Xavier was not intimidated at all. His voice dripped with venom as he said, "Ms. Garcia, I respect Mr. McCormick—he governs this province, and I'll give him that. But do you think the Haywoods' name should be trampled like dirt? Especially by some no-name punk who doesn't know his place? "I'll chop him into pieces, and if I have to, I'll apologize to Mr. McCormick myself. But with the military accolades I've earned, the Haywood family's backing, and my deep ties in the defense department, killing this bug wouldn't even cause a blip on the radar." Chantelle's stomach twiste
Chantelle sneered, "All in all, you're just an ordinary man, a slave to your desires with a pathetically mediocre mind." She had finally caught an opening to hit Andrew where it hurt, and she was not about to waste it. Andrew chuckled. "Ms. Garcia, you really do live up to your title as a master of psychology. You got most of it right. But you still missed one tiny detail—like the fact that, right now, I've got a very clear image of your naked body in my mind." The bluntness of that line stunned Chantelle, and her expression twisted in outrage. She snapped, "Andrew! That was in the past—how dare you bring it up like it's nothing? Aren't you worried I'll kill you?" The usually cold woman was genuinely furious now. Andrew shrugged lazily. "I'm sitting right here, wounded and unarmed. Go ahead, kill me. But even if you did, you still wouldn't erase the fact that you once stripped bare in front of me." Chantelle raised her hand in fury but forced herself to lower it again with