Scarlett growled, "Henry held his ground with the strength of a martial saint, so he managed to protect himself until backup arrived. But I wasn't that lucky. Facing the Yeagers' elders, I couldn't even lift a hand in defense. If Edwin Pennyworth, the McCormick family's head butler, hadn't shown up at the last moment, I would've died right there." As she spoke, her face contorted with hatred. Maurice, Walter, and Bradley all fell into stunned silence. Scarlett had always been known as domineering and untouchable in Blumedale. She was one of the most feared figures in the Driscoll family, commanding half its power with absolute authority. Yet now, this 40-year-old woman sat with teary eyes. It was a pitiful sight, and hard to believe. "What about Henry?" Maurice finally asked after a long pause. "What happened to him in the end?" Scarlett gritted her teeth. "He was nearly killed by Victoria Sanchez from the Peck family. The two of them started fighting at the Yeager estate and

Joe argued, "How exactly did I lie to Shiloh? While you were gone these past few days, I drove her to and from work every single day. She went with me willingly. If you don't believe me, go ask your people." Andrew's face turned cold as he immediately looked over at Dylan and Natasha. Natasha blinked innocently, shrank back, and whispered, "Darling, he's not lying at all. Shiloh's been riding with him lately. She actually looks pretty happy about it." Andrew fell silent. Joe snorted and strode off toward the front yard of Serenity Villa, a faintly smug expression tugging at his lips. Shiloh was already waiting for him, waving him over impatiently. "Joe, what took you so long? Hurry up! If I'm late, I'm going to knock your head!" Joe quickly apologized, "Master Shiloh, I got held up by a bad guy. That's why I'm running late." Their voices faded into the distance, but Shiloh's words still carried over. "You're talking about Andrew, aren't you? Ignore him. You're my apprenti

Andrew said, "I just want to know if she is really some unforgivable villain, or is there something we don't know yet?" Eric scoffed immediately. "Please. Spare me the drama. You've been defending that woman from the start. Ever since Joe showed up, I could see it plain as day. Andrew, you've been around. You've slept with your fair share of women, Chantelle included. But you'd better ask yourself: do you really want to mess with a witch? I'm just worried that you'll end up regretting it, because some things just aren't worth the thrill." That bastard really knew how to strike where it hurt. His words were sharp and painfully accurate. For once, Andrew was caught off guard, but he let out a cold laugh. He clenched his fists, and the sound of his knuckles cracking echoed through the yard. Eric tensed up. "What are you doing? I'm just telling the truth. If you hit me again, once I get my martial skills back, I swear I'll fight you to the death!" Before Andrew could take another

Chantelle's face went pale as panic swept over her. If that mad dog of a director from Special Ops, Barnaby, really stepped in to save Hank, things could get ugly fast. With the way Special Ops operated, not even Derek would be able to handle the fallout easily. While everyone was still frowning, unsure what to do next, Andrew had already rolled up his sleeves and landed two brutal slaps across Hank's face. Hank, who had just been kicked earlier, now got his face lit up again. This time, it swelled instantly. He roared, "Andrew! How dare you slap me again? Are you out of your damn mind? Didn't you hear me say that Mr. Hale is coming for me personally?" His voice cracked with fury, eyes blazing. Most people would have backed down after hearing Barnaby's name, but Andrew? He did not even flinch. Hank could not understand what was wrong with him. How many lives did this lunatic think he had to spare? "I don't care who you report to," Andrew said coldly, yanking Hank up by

Andrew said, "Have you forgotten what my identity and background used to be? Me, afraid of some Special Ops director? You've got to be kidding me!" Chantelle was stunned for a moment. Then, she burst into laughter. "Got it, honey… You're the Lloyds' Dragon Prince, and your Chetvine Lloyds are royal bloodlines, so you're absolutely incredible, okay?" This was the first time she had called Andrew 'honey', and she discovered it rolled off her tongue incredibly naturally. Tonight, she could finally move into Serenity Villa, a privilege reserved only for official girlfriends. Just thinking about it made Chantelle incredibly excited. … Meanwhile, the video of Hank apologizing on his knees had already spread. It greatly helped to restore the Keller family's honor after the humiliation. Nonetheless, Hannah's emotional wounds could not heal overnight. "Hannah, cheer up. Look, Andrew already got revenge for you!" "That's right, Hannah! From now on, start fresh and become that happy