Andrew casually opened the cell door. As the loud thud echoed, Phantom Eye dropped to his knees without hesitation. "Mr. Lloyd! I will follow your command—anytime, anywhere!" he said, bowing and knocking his head against the ground with utmost submission. Andrew let out a cold laugh. "Funny… I remember you saying something about snapping my neck once your wounds healed, right?" Phantom Eye broke into a cold sweat. "No, no, no! I swear—I'd never dare say anything like that! Total misunderstanding!" Andrew replied coolly, "Relax. You're not even worth arguing with. You're free now. Come on out." Phantom Eye stood up in disbelief. "Mr. Lloyd, are you really letting me return to Blumedale?" Andrew looked at him like he was slow. "Which ear of yours heard me say you could leave?" Phantom Eye's face instantly fell. "But… you said I was free?" Andrew shrugged. "Yeah, I said you were free. I never said you could leave Jayrodale. That's not my problem if you misunderstood." Ph
On the way, Andrew made a quick stop at the local shopping district with Phantom Eye. "You're seriously going with the security guard uniform?" Andrew asked, raising a brow. Phantom Eye nodded earnestly. "Yes, Mr. Lloyd. Since I've decided to guard the Moonlit Apothecary, I've got to look the part. No slacking on professionalism." Andrew smirked. "You're doing all this to impress Shiloh, aren't you?" Phantom Eye's old face flushed with embarrassment. "Caught red-handed, huh? Yes, that's exactly it! Ms. Greene is powerful beyond belief. If she sees me in uniform, working the gate like a proper man, maybe—just maybe—she'll think more kindly of me." Andrew did not say much after that. He bought Phantom Eye the uniform and waited while he changed. Once he was suited up, they got back in the car and headed straight for Moonlit Apothecary. It was not long before they arrived. After parking, Andrew led Phantom Eye—now proudly dressed in his fresh security outfit—into the building
Shawn shouted, "Then you know exactly what to do, right?" Andrew said flatly, "If you're gonna act like someone's lapdog, then do it properly. Don't go around pretending you're the boss. Shawn, you're getting more pathetic by the day!" Shawn was so furious he could barely breathe. "You son of a…" Just then, the handsome and obviously loaded Quinton finally spoke up. He calmly raised a hand to stop Shawn from snapping and looked at Andrew with a charming smile. He said, "You're Andrew, right? Let me introduce myself. I'm Quinton, the eldest son of the Blumedale Wright family. You may not know much about me, but I'm sure you've heard of my younger brother, Winston. "He had a rough time back in Jayrodale. Not only did you humiliate him in front of everyone, but you even forced him to swallow a lethal pill." A flash of cold light flickered in Quinton's eyes as he spoke. Andrew responded casually, "So, what, you're here to avenge Winston now?" Quinton shook his head and gave
Quinton's face darkened. "Andrew, you already beat up Winston and fed him poison. You've crossed the Wright family. I also heard you recently pissed off the Golding family from Blumedale." He clicked his tongue and continued, "Even if I decided to let you off the hook, the Goldings definitely won't." Andrew scoffed. "So what? Are you trying to say that if I hand over the pill formulas, you'll protect me?" Quinton's voice dropped low. "Exactly. As long as you give me both formulas, I'll call it even between you and the Wright family. And as for the Goldings, I'll make sure they leave you alone. You'll never have to worry about them again." Andrew replied flatly, "Fuck off." Quinton's eyes narrowed as his voice turned icy. "I've been polite, but it seems like you really don't know when to quit. Andrew, you better think carefully about what you're doing." He continued, "Elon lost to you because he underestimated you. Winston got wrecked because he was too green and didn't know
Shawn finally dragged himself off the ground, his face twisted in rage as he turned to see who kicked him. To his shock, it was just a security guard—one of Moonlit Apothecary's own. "You son of a bitch, you're just a damn doorman, and you had the balls to kick me? I swear to God, I'm gonna kill you!" Fueled by fury, Shawn charged forward with two of the Fields family's bodyguards right behind him. Yet, heavy thuds quickly filled the air, followed by screams of pain. Shawn's face got pummeled so hard it was nearly unrecognizable, blood pouring down in streams. As for the two bodyguards, they were sprawled out on the ground, totally wrecked, and unable to get back up. Shawn instantly chickened out, thinking, 'What the hell? Are all the security guards at Moonlit Apothecary this insane?' Quinton frowned as he studied Phantom Eye, clearly taken aback by what he had just seen. A simple guard who could fight like that? That definitely caught his attention. "Impressive skills
"Right this way, sir!" Finley led the charge, proudly striding into Moonlit Apothecary with over a dozen elite fighters from the Hidden Dragons crew marching behind him. Today, Finley was in the best mood he had had in weeks. The Hidden Dragons had finally sent a heavy hitter to back him up. After being humiliated time and time again by Andrew, today was the day he would settle the score—old grudges and new. "If you're here for medical treatment, then please take a seat," Francesca said coldly. "But if you're here to start trouble, sorry, Moonlit Apothecary doesn't play nice." Finley snorted and scoffed. "Francesca, cut the tough girl act! I know Andrew's basically running the underground scene in Jayrodale now, but so what? With Mr. Thurman here in person, Andrew's just a mangy mutt—he's nothing worth worrying about!" With that, Finley gave a respectful nod to the man beside him. "Mr. Thurman, this is the place—Moonlit Apothecary. The Titan Essence Pill that my grand-uncle wan
The Hidden Dragons members started mocking Andrew. "Did you seriously call some rent-a-cop to throw out elite fighters from the Hidden Dragons?" "Andrew must've lost his damn mind after seeing Mr. Thurman show up!" "Hah! No doubt about it—he probably pissed himself the second Mr. Thurman walked through the door!" Finley sneered. "Andrew, you're getting dumber by the minute. You ain't even worth dirt in front of our elder, so what makes you think your little guard dog here stands a chance? Hell, I don't even need Mr. Thurman to handle him—I could make this guy get on his knees and beg!" With a twisted grin, Finley lunged faster than anyone expected, swinging a slap right at Phantom Eye's head. Nyla gasped. "Watch out!" Phantom Eye chuckled. "Well, damn. First day on the job and already being looked down on? Tsk, tsk… do I really look like someone that easy to mess with?" He tilted his head to the side, easily dodging the slap without even trying. Then, he returned the favo
Nyla and Francesca stood frozen, eyes wide with awe. Phantom Eye's strike had left them stunned—and more than a little starstruck. He was a legendary veteran from Blumedale, a semi-martial king, and to two young women, his power and presence were downright intoxicating. However, what really shocked them was Andrew. If Phantom Eye was fierce, then Andrew was pure destruction. He moved like a human wrecking ball, demolishing everything in his path with overwhelming force. Francesca's legs trembled uncontrollably. She finally realized why Andrew left her weak and sore every night like her whole body was falling apart. She finally understood that Andrew's strength was on a completely different level. Even if she tried her hardest, clinging to him with everything she had, she probably could not handle the full impact of his insane energy. "Andrew! You and I haven't even had a real fight yet!" Finley roared, watching Andrew crush his crew. "Today, I'll show you the difference be
Andrew shook his head slowly and said, "No, you're not like some middle-aged lunatic, and you're definitely not trash or a hooker. You look like a cute little bunny rabbit, just begging to be eaten up. You forced my hand, Aspen!" As soon as he finished speaking, Aspen's eyes widened in sudden panic, realizing what was about to happen. She struggled fiercely, desperate to escape Andrew's grasp. Her voice trembled with tears as she pleaded, "No, no, no! Andrew—Mr. Lloyd—I'm sorry, I admit it, I was wrong! I swear, I won't do it again, please don't do this—please, no!" Her frantic protests ended abruptly with a soft, electric whimper as Andrew silenced her, pressing his mouth firmly onto hers. What followed was a hungry, unstoppable kiss, intense and overwhelming. Aspen's clear eyes widened, her expression first filled with shame and anger, then disbelief, and finally melting into a dazed, dreamy blankness. Their rapid breathing mingled in the confined space of the Ferrari, th
Andrew let out a cold laugh as he stared at the trembling Aspen right in front of him. "What am I doing? What do you think I'm doing? When you were trying to suppress Christina and Davon earlier, you used my presence to scare them off. Don't tell me you forgot that?" Aspen flushed, both embarrassed and angry. "I didn't forget! But what I said—was any of it wrong?" Andrew snorted. "No, it wasn't wrong. But you did get one thing messed up: your grudge with Christina has nothing to do with me, so don't drag me into it just to make yourself look good. You used your own boss as a pawn. That takes some guts, Aspen." Aspen instantly felt a chill. She shrank back and begged, "I-I-I… I won't do it again, okay? Andrew, just let me down first. My butt's right up against the window, and if someone walks by and sees this, how the hell am I supposed to live that down?" The corner of Andrew's lips curved into a teasing grin. "Isn't that perfect? You're my little secretary. This? This is very
Someone joked loudly, "But we get it… I mean, with a secretary like that, why would you even look at anyone else?" The others burst into raucous laughter, not bothering to hide it even in front of Aspen's increasingly dark expression. "Exactly!" another chimed in. "Mr. Lloyd is living the dream. Damn, I look at my office girl and suddenly feel dead inside!" "Mr. Lloyd's not just talented—he's got the best of both worlds. That little secretary of his is a top-tier beauty!" A bespectacled executive chuckled crudely and added, "Mr. Lloyd, let me give you a piece of advice: when there's work, let the secretary handle it; when there's no work, handle the secretary! That line fits you perfectly!" The entire room erupted in laughter as Aspen's face flushed deep red, her cheeks burning. Furious, she shot Andrew a murderous glare, then stormed out of the room in her heels without a word. Andrew, looking utterly unbothered, leisurely followed behind. He even muttered to himself, "Han
"You two went from loving each other to trying to kill each other. Pretty entertaining," Andrew said with a glance at Aspen, smiling faintly. Aspen's face stayed cold. She snapped, "She deserved it, and besides, isn't everything that happened because of you?" Andrew replied calmly, "Had nothing to do with me. I never touched your Bridgefields' Stevens family." Aspen secretly gritted her teeth. Sure, he had not moved against the Stevens family directly. But her? She had been forced to sell herself into slavery, body and soul. Was that not tragic enough? Moreover, who knew when she might completely fall into his hands, devoured, with nothing left? Davon, wiping cold sweat from his forehead, squeezed out a smile. "Mr. Lloyd, Ms. Aspen, I've already taken care of that issue. Should we get down to proper business now?" Andrew nodded. "Okay, let's talk business." Immediately, the business partners who had been waiting nearby all jumped to their feet, smiling brightly and ea
"And since Mr. Lloyd needs a new target to let off some steam, maybe you should volunteer, Davon," Aspen said sweetly. The moment those words landed, Davon jumped up in pure panic, wailing, "Ms. Aspen, no, no, please! Don't say another word. I'll do exactly what you say—everything, exactly as you want!" After groveling, Davon's plump face darkened in shame. He spun around toward Christina, pointed straight at the door, and roared, "Christina, you worthless tramp, get out! Right now! You heard Ms. Aspen. Get the hell out of Phoenixdream Enterprises!" Christina's eyes widened. She could not believe that Davon was this spineless, that easy to terrify. She hissed, "Davon, you'd better think twice about what you're doing! If you throw me out, do you really think Mr. Wright will let you off afterward?" She barked a bitter laugh, furious to the core, and deep inside, her hatred for Aspen grew even sharper. Being thrown out in front of everyone, this humiliation would haunt her in Bl
Davon blinked in confusion and asked, "Ms. Aspen, who exactly are you calling bitch'?" Aspen smirked coldly and pointed straight at Christina. The latter's face darkened as she stood up stiffly. "Aspen, you're going too far!" Christina snapped. "If I had known Supreme Capital Group was the major client here, do you really think I'd have bothered showing up?" Her tone was sharp, but there was a flicker of unease in her eyes. Aspen remained utterly indifferent. "Since you don't care, then do us all a favor and leave. Christina, I told you once that I would make sure your entire family would struggle in Blumedale. And when I say something, I mean it." Christina's face turned from merely unpleasant to downright ugly. She turned sharply to Davon and demanded, "You're the one who invited us here. Now what's your decision?" It was a clever move, throwing the ball back into Davon's court. After all, they were on Phoenixdream Enterprises' turf—surely Aspen and Andrew could not compl
Aspen knew that Ronan charged a reasonable medical fee, and his medical skills were also quite good. Andrew started the car and sped off while answering casually, "I met Mr. Bates by chance. Showed him a few tricks, and he was so impressed by my skills that he practically worships me now. He even offered to introduce me to his granddaughter." Aspen let out a sharp laugh. "Just met by chance, and he's ready to hand over his granddaughter? Come on, if you're going to brag, at least make it believable!" Andrew just smiled, not bothering to argue with her. He and Ronan had bonded over their shared passion for medicine—it was nothing unusual. In truth, after witnessing Andrew's medical skills firsthand, Ronan nearly dropped to his knees, begging to become his disciple, though Andrew firmly refused. And yes, Ronan did have a granddaughter who was currently attending college. Ronan had hinted that if Andrew did not already have a girlfriend, he should consider his granddaughter.
After breakfast, Andrew, the ever-hands-off boss, got strong-armed by Aspen into actually going to work. Otherwise, Supreme Capital Group, a company sitting on billions in investments, would end up being nothing more than a shiny nameplate. Aspen's exact words were, "If you keep ignoring everything and leave me to worry about it alone, I'd rather go sell myself on the street than keep slaving away for you! At least if I'm selling, I'll make some money. Meanwhile, I'll probably die broke working for you—or just die!" Andrew winced when he heard that. Realizing that his little maid was seriously holding some grudges, he quickly agreed to tag along to the office. "Give me a minute. I'm gonna change," Aspen said before disappearing into her room. A few minutes later, she strutted out—black stockings, high heels, and a sleek blue business suit that shimmered slightly under the light. She was absolutely stunning, and even Andrew had to admit it. Aspen smirked inwardly. 'Yep, the
Whenever Andrew was alone with Tiana, he could not help but feel a little uneasy. Seeing that Tiana had nothing more to say, he quickly took the chance to excuse himself. However, Tiana hesitated. Then, she smiled slyly and asked, "Hold on, let me ask you—have you and Lauren… done it?" Andrew blinked, confused. "Done what?" Tiana rolled her eyes and snapped, "Don't play dumb, Andrew. You know exactly what I'm asking." Andrew finally caught on and answered honestly, "Lauren and I have done pretty much everything, but we haven't crossed the final line." Tiana nodded approvingly. "Good. You need to remember that you can't go that far until you're married. I made sure to tell her that too, and she understands." Andrew's face darkened a little. "Mrs. Rhodes, seriously? This isn't the Dark Ages anymore. We're in a real relationship, and sometimes things get a little… heated." Tiana shook her head firmly. "It's not about being old-fashioned. There are other reasons, but I can't