Andrew smiled faintly, saying, "Searching aimlessly would've been pointless. Elon, being the proud heir of the Golding family, thought he was untouchable in a small town like Jayrodale. "So, when he kidnapped Francesca, he wouldn't trust just any place to hide her. There was only one spot he felt completely secure—a place guarded by his family's top enforcers." Jameson raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? Do tell." Andrew continued, "Elon only trusted locations where his family's strongest fighters were stationed. Knowing that, I didn't waste time searching randomly. Instead, I focused on tracking the movements of the Golding family's half-step martial king. Sure enough, he was the one guarding Francesca at a secluded villa outside the city." Tiana scoffed, clearly skeptical. "That's a nice story, but there's one glaring hole in it. How did you manage to rescue Francesca with a half-step martial king standing guard? That's not something just anyone can pull off." Andrew shrugg
After speaking, Jameson glanced at Andrew, his admiration growing even more. This young man had the guts to stand up to Tiana—something he had always wanted to do but never could. He could not help but feel impressed. Jameson, Tiana, and their driver took one car, while Andrew and Francesca drove separately. Inside their car, Jameson reached for Tiana's hand, but she quickly pulled away. She snapped, "I don't like public displays of affection." Jameson sighed, rubbing his temples. "Tiana, your temper is exhausting. Don't you get tired of being so angry all the time?" Tiana shot him a glare. "Oh, I'm the problem? You're the one fawning over Andrew like he's some kind of prodigy—a few sweet words from him, and you're already wrapped around his finger. Don't forget, Jameson, the Driscoll family is still looming over us. And that boy? He's a smooth talker who's already charmed you and Lauren." Jameson's expression turned serious. "So what if the Driscoll family is powerful? That
They found a high-end private dining spot, and Andrew even went out of his way to pick up Lauren himself. His attentiveness and effort left Jameson thoroughly impressed. "Andrew, my boy, my daughter has great taste! You're a real catch!" Jameson exclaimed after a couple of glasses of whiskey, already showering Andrew with praise. Andrew stood up, refilling Jameson's glass with a smile. "Mr. Rhodes, you're too kind. I'm just doing what I should. Mrs. Rhodes, please try this dish. Lauren and I come here often—it's amazing!" He did not stop at Jameson, making sure to serve Tiana as well, piling her plate high with food. However, Tiana remained indifferent, her tone cold. "No need, I can serve myself." Andrew pretended not to hear her and continued placing food on her plate. "Mrs. Rhodes, you have to try this butter-poached halibut with white wine sauce. This soup is great for your stomach. Oh, and these roasted Brussels sprouts—they're fresh and flavorful. They suit your refine
Andrew chuckled, "I always thought you were the undisputed head of the household, Mr. Rhodes. Turns out, Mrs. Rhodes has the upper hand!" Jameson, slurring his words, waved a hand dismissively. "Who says she has the upper hand? I'm the boss in this house! Come on, let's keep drinking. If she dares to interfere, I'll… I'll deal with her!" Andrew grinned. "Alright, let's go. Three more rounds on me!" He then turned to Tiana with an innocent look. "Mrs. Rhodes, you saw it yourself. I'm not forcing him to drink. He's just having a good time!" Tiana let out a cold laugh, her eyes shooting daggers at Andrew. If looks could kill, Andrew would have been a goner by now. Lauren and Francesca, having finished their meal, sat back and watched the drama unfold. Seeing Tiana's furious expression, they struggled to hold back their laughter. Andrew was truly something else—mischievous to the core. Tiana was clearly the least happy person at the table tonight. At one point, Andrew excuse
When Andrew returned to the dining table, Jameson was completely out of it, leaning on Tiana and mumbling nonsense. "Tiana, tonight we're going to battle it out—300 rounds! It's either you or me!" Tiana's face flushed with embarrassment, and she slapped Jameson lightly on the cheek. "Shut your mouth! You're talking nonsense!" Andrew, Francesca, and Lauren all turned to look out the window, pretending they had not seen or heard anything. "Wow, the moon looks beautiful tonight," Andrew remarked. Francesca nodded quickly. "Yes, the evening breeze is quite refreshing." Lauren, struggling to keep a straight face, said, "Well, Andrew, Francesca, we should probably head back now." Andrew handed Jameson a small bottle with a smile. "Mr. Rhodes, it's our first meeting, so I didn't bring much. But I think this might come in handy for you." Jameson, still dazed, looked up. "What's this?" Andrew did not answer—he just met Jameson's eyes with a look. Jameson immediately understood
Francesca let out a startled yelp, nearly swerving the car straight into the manmade lake. "Okay, okay! I'll head home tonight—I won't go to your place! Seriously, though… Mrs. Rhodes takes control freak to a whole new level." In the end, the two went their separate ways. After dropping Andrew off, Francesca drove back to her own place. The person trailing them immediately called Tiana to report, "Ma'am, they both went home separately. Nothing suspicious happened." Tiana scoffed and waved them off. "Hah! And here I thought he was some player. That brat probably wouldn't even have the guts, even if Francesca threw herself at him. Men… A bunch of damn cowards." … Meanwhile, Jameson was already sprawled on the bed, lazily reaching out to pull Tiana into his arms. "Tiana, my love, the night is young, and we have important business to take care of!" Tiana yanked herself free with a sharp snort. "Get lost. I'm not sleeping with you tonight. At dinner, what did you call me again
Elon returned to the Golding family estate in Blumedale, far ahead of Michael and Kenny. He had taken a helicopter directly, desperate to save his own life. As soon as he burst through the door, he shouted frantically, "Golden juice! Get me the golden juice, now!" His wife, Sherilyn, looked at him in confusion. She asked, "Honey, why are you back so early? Where are Dad and Michael?" Elon snapped at her, his tone sharp and impatient. "Are you deaf? I told you to get me the golden juice! Your dad and that cursed brother of yours, Michael, didn't come back with me!" His face was dark with anger and fear. Sherilyn was clearly puzzled. "What's golden juice? I don't even know what that is. How am I supposed to get it for you?" Elon's expression turned even darker. He threatened, "If you don't know what it is, you can just ask the doctor! I'm telling you, I was forced to take a Bone-Rotting Elixir because of Michael. If something happens to me, your whole family is going to pa
Sherilyn's lips trembled as she spoke. "If even you were forced to take a poison pill, then what about my dad and Michael? Are they in worse shape?" Elon smirked, almost enjoying her distress. "Your dad's fine. He just got slapped around a bit. But Michael? Oh, he's in bad shape. Rumor has it he lost his manhood and was beaten half to death." Sherilyn exploded in anger. "I don't care what it takes, Elon. You have to make things right for my dad and Michael. I want that Andrew bastard to come to Blumedale and kneel before the Rhodes family as a slave! I want him skinned alive!" Elon snorted, unimpressed. "I'll deal with that punk, but not right now." Just as Kaden walked in, holding a bowl of steaming liquid, his face covered with a mask. Then, he announced, "Mr. Golding, the golden juice is ready!" Almost immediately, both Elon and Sherilyn gagged, their faces twisting in disgust. Elon covered his nose, shouting, "Get that away from me! What the hell is that? It smells like c
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