Everyone froze, wondering what Andrew meant by Tiana was pretending. Meanwhile, Bane's heart skipped a beat as a terrifying realization crept into his mind. However, it was already too late. Before he could react, Tiana—who had been slumped in apparent weakness—suddenly tensed. Her fingers spread wide, a razor-sharp energy coiling around her fingertips, dark and lethal. Then, with a sickening rip, her entire hand plunged into Bane's chest. A garbled gasp escaped Bane's throat as blood gurgled up, spilling from his lips. His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked down, only to see Tiana's hand inside his chest—clutching his still-beating heart. She insulted, "A runaway dog from the Advanced Medical Institute, a disgrace to the martial world. Did you really think you could outplay me?" With a cold laugh, Tiana yanked her hand back through Bane's body, her fingers squeezing as she pulled his heart free. She casually tossed the organ aside, letting it hit the floor with a wet
Andrew said, "I didn't call your bluff without reason. From the very beginning, I knew you were faking it." Tiana's expression darkened. She hated when people saw through her, especially someone younger than her. If Andrew could see past her deception, did that mean he was smarter than she was? With a chilling smile, she replied, "Oh? Then, by all means, enlighten me. But I suggest you don't try to make something up just to smooth things over." There was amusement in her tone, but her eyes were ice-cold. Andrew shook his head, looking unimpressed. "First of all, you knew the tea was poisoned, which is why you never took a single sip. No—actually, to be more precise, you wouldn't have touched anything in this conference room, poisoned or not. "You were already on guard the moment Bane showed up because you knew that snake was always playing dirty. You were ready for him at every turn, weren't you?" Tiana let out a low huff. "Fine. I'll give you that. The second I realized Ba
Lauren stepped forward, her gaze locked onto Tiana. "If you want to lay a hand on Dr. Lloyd, you'll have to go through me first!" Tiana's face hardened. "Foolish girl! Do you have any idea what you're doing? This man has no respect for me; worse—he's a direct threat to Rhodes Corporation. "If I let him live, no one in Jayrodale's younger generation will be able to rival him—not even you. If he ever decides to target you, do you even realize how easily he could manipulate you in your current state?" Lauren stood firm. "I don't care if he has ulterior motives. Even if he does, I'd accept them willingly!" Tiana took a deep breath, suppressing the rage burning inside her. She knew her daughter was already too far gone—too deeply entangled in this mess. She had been young once too, falling for a man of unparalleled talent, completely losing herself in the process. So on some level, she understood Lauren's stubbornness. Marvin's carefully cultivated pawn had proven to be far mor
"You're completely insane!" Lauren's anger exploded on the spot. Michael sneered, his face twisted with arrogance. "So what? I have the power to be arrogant! I've put up with your entire family long enough!" He spat, "And you, Tiana—I'm not afraid of you just because you're the lady of the family. Who becomes the true leader of the Rhodes family is still up for debate!" Lauren's face darkened. "So that's it—you and your father are plotting to take the family head position for yourselves?" Michael let out a low, mocking laugh. "And what if we are? Leadership belongs to whoever earns it. Right now, the Rhodes family's power in Blumedale is far greater than what your father has here. Compared to my father, he's nothing. So, Lauren, I'd say your days of luxury are coming to an end." The executives in the room exchanged uneasy glances. Some of them subtly turned toward Tiana, while others eyed Michael's blatant confidence. Was the Rhodes family truly about to face a major power
No one expected Michael and Kenny to have such powerful connections in Blumedale. Many people's expressions shifted at that moment. Those who had thought Michael was overstepping his bounds and digging his own grave now realized he was not acting recklessly—he had every reason to be confident. This was not just defiance anymore. He had the backing to be arrogant. Tiana warned, "Andrew, you better think carefully. If you let Michael drag the Driscoll family's attention to Jayrodale, it won't just be you—Marvin will be doomed too!" Lauren's voice was filled with frustration. "Why should Dr. Lloyd beg a scumbag like Michael? What did he do wrong to deserve this humiliation?" Tiana snapped, her tone sharp. "The situation is bigger than personal pride! Acting on impulse will only bring destruction! I told you before—there was never a chance for you two. Now the problem has escalated, and if Andrew refuses to submit, he'll face the full wrath of the Driscoll family—that means rele
Michael pointed at his crotch, a smug, taunting grin on his face as he stared Andrew down. He wanted to humiliate him beyond repair, to break him completely and turn him into nothing but a disgrace. The room fell into complete silence. Everyone knew that with Kenny backing him up and the Driscoll family as his trump card, Michael had all the power here. Andrew had no room to resist. Tiana smirked, her eyes full of mockery. She had warned Andrew not to throw himself into the fire, but he refused to listen, too reckless and arrogant for his own good. Now, the Driscoll family's shadow loomed over him, ready to strike at any moment. Andrew had no choice—if he dared to defy them, he and Marvin would be utterly destroyed. Under the weight of countless stares—some sympathetic, some amused, and some outright gloating—Andrew suddenly moved, and what he did next stunned everyone. Without any hesitation, he raised his hand and slapped Michael across the face. A crisp smack echoed t
Everyone thought Andrew was beyond mad and reckless—he was downright unstoppable. Even with Kenny and the insurmountable force of the Driscoll family looming over him, he still dared to beat Michael to a pulp. Even Tiana could not help but suck in a sharp breath. Unable to hold back any longer, he shouted, "Stop, Andrew! If you kill him, you won't just destroy yourself—you'll drag Lauren down with you!" She shot to her feet, her voice laced with fury. Andrew did not even spare her a glance. His voice was cold. "Relax. I take full responsibility for my actions. Kenny, the entire Rhodes family, and even the Driscoll family—if any of them think they can control me, they can give it a try." Michael lay sprawled on the floor, his bloodshot eyes locked onto Andrew. His breath was shallow and ragged as he mumbled, "Y-You're doomed…" Andrew did not bother responding and simply kicked Michael square in the face. Michael's eyes rolled back, and his body went completely limp. No one c
Tiana barked out an order, her voice sharp. "Jerry, take Lauren away. Now!" Jerry immediately gripped Lauren by the arm, hurried her out of the building, and straight back to the Rhodes residence. Meanwhile, Andrew pulled out his phone and made a call. "Come get this dead loser out of here." Tiana's expression turned even colder. "You're seriously not planning to run? Even now, you're still standing here, wasting time?" Andrew glanced at her and let out a mocking chuckle. "Did I ever say I was running, Mrs. Rhodes?" Tiana's head buzzed as if she had just been struck. Her voice turned razor-sharp. "Andrew, do you actually think you can go up against Kenny and the Golding family? "You have no idea what you've done. Your reckless, idiotic bravado isn't just going to get you killed—it's going to drag Marvin down with you! You didn't just make a mess—you just signed a death warrant for yourself and everyone around you!" Andrew remained expressionless, completely unfazed by he
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
Andrew was sitting on the lawn outside Serenity Villa, watching the crew from The Sovereign Residences repair his home. After the attack last night, it was a miracle the place was still standing—if the villa had not been built to the highest security standards, it would have been reduced to nothing but ash and rubble by the Srovika Federation mercenaries. Felix Daughtry, the security captain from The Sovereign Residences, a semi-martial king-level fighter, walked over with a grim expression and reported, "Mr. Lloyd, Serenity Villa took quite a hit. Full restoration might be difficult." Andrew glanced at him and said coldly, "I want it restored exactly as it was, and not just that—The Sovereign Residences will need to compensate me for all damages, including emotional distress. If that's too much, then I don't want the house anymore. I'll go to the press and let the world know just how useless your brand really is." Felix's face darkened, turning almost pitch black with anger. H
Since the night before, Xavier had been fully suited in military attire, standing vigilant and sleepless. He gripped a massive broadsword, and when the butler spoke, his voice was ice-cold. "Don't worry. Andarov won't fail me. That bastard Andrew is as good as dead." Though those were his words, doubt lingered in Xavier's mind. After all, Andarov never took this long to finish a kill. Nonetheless, the sun was rising—he should be back any minute now. Andarov, commander of the Blood Wolf Mercenaries, was ruthless and battle-hardened. Xavier met him while stationed overseas, and after several missions together, they became close allies. "With the entire Blood Wolf squad under him, it doesn't matter if Andrew has bodyguards. He won't last five minutes," Xavier sneered, confident. He was already planning the next steps—hold Seth's memorial as soon as Andarov returned, then introduce him to Luna to score even more clout. Having a famous international mercenary as a personal friend? E
At the Golding family estate, Elon exclaimed in disbelief, "What did you just say? Black Wolf is dead?" The butler, face tight with unease, replied, "Yes, sir. Early this morning, his body was found dumped in the sewer. The cause of death matched the last group of assassins perfectly. There's no doubt that it was Andrew who killed him." Elon's expression darkened instantly. "Even Black Wolf failed and ended up dead? Andrew... you've clearly been hiding more strength than we thought." The butler nodded gravely. "Sir, that man is definitely not some pawn on the board. Not only is Black Wolf gone, but the Srovika Federation mercenary commander the Haywoods brought in also died at Serenity Villa." Elon gasped. "Even Xavier's overseas hitman got wiped out? Are you absolutely sure?" The old butler's brow twitched. "Completely sure. This morning, both bodies—Black Wolf and the mercenary captain—were found side by side in the sewer on Blumedale's main street." Elon clenched his ja
On the ground, Black Wolf writhed in pain, howling in disbelief. He finally understood why that last squad of heavily armed mercenaries had vanished without a trace after storming Serenity Villa. This place was not just a house—it was a damn death trap. "Who sent you to kill me?" Andrew asked calmly as he twirled the dagger Black Wolf had dropped. Pinned down by Natasha and Dylan, Black Wolf was drenched in sweat, his shattered legs leaving him gasping in agony. He growled, "Why the hell should I tell you? You should know exactly who you've pissed off. Even if I'm in your hands, kid, if you lay a finger on me, the consequences—" Andrew did not let him finish. Instead, he drove the blade straight into Black Wolf's chest. Whatever threat Black Wolf was about to spit out died on his tongue. His eyes bulged in shock before his head slumped to the side—dead. "If you didn't have the sense to act like a prisoner, then I did you a favor and sent you straight to hell. Next time, try
Aspen could not help leaning closer to see what Andrew was doing. To her surprise, his breathing was steady—he was already asleep. She stared at him, both amused and annoyed as she thought, 'I'm lying right next to him, and he still manages to fall asleep? Am I not attractive enough? Or does this guy just not find me worth the effort?' That split second of realization triggered an unexpected wave of disappointment and frustration in her. … Meanwhile, outside Serenity Villa, a black figure moved silently across the ruined outer wall, climbing with inhuman ease. It was Black Wolf—Elon's secret weapon, a top-tier assassin with a reputation to match. A matte-finished blade dangled from his lips as he surveyed the building, swiftly memorizing the layout of the damaged villa. He was not alone. At least a dozen other men hid in the dark, surrounding the perimeter and lying in wait. Nonetheless, they were not predators, at least not to him. He scoffed, thinking, 'They're the bait,
Through the second half of the night, Serenity Villa remained eerily quiet. Chantelle stepped out from her lookout post and announced, "Looks like no one else is coming tonight. Everyone should get some rest." Andrew stopped her. "Hold up. You all stay on watch—I'll go rest." Chantelle narrowed her eyes. "Are you giving me orders like I'm your subordinate?" Andrew responded calmly, "Not at all. I just want to isolate myself and draw the next assassin in alone." Chantelle frowned. "So, you're planning to be alone in a room and give the assassin a shot at you? You're using yourself as bait?" Andrew replied, "Exactly. One mercenary commander from the Srovika Federation is dead, but with the Haywoods and Goldings both after my head, there's no way they'd just send one decent hitter and be done." Chantelle nodded. "That… makes sense. But you're injured. What happens if something unexpected comes up? Can you really handle it?" Before Andrew could answer, Aspen blurted, "It's