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Andrew said nonchalantly, "Mrs. Rhodes, say whatever you want to discredit me. It doesn't matter. I didn't come here to fight over a man—I came for an explanation." Tiana could not help but feel irritated. She had made her words sharp and blunt on purpose, yet Andrew remained completely unbothered. There was not even a hint of anger on his face. Most young men had hot tempers, especially the exceptional ones. The more talented they were, the more prideful they tended to be, refusing to be compared to others. When someone pointed out their flaws, they would usually snap, act tough, or lash out in frustration. But Andrew? Nothing. That was what annoyed and deflated Tiana the most. This kid did not react at all. She figured it had to be because Joe's brilliance was just too overwhelming, too dominant. Andrew probably did not even have it in him to feel resentful or competitive. Against a giant like Joe, it was impossible for a small fry like Andrew to make any big moves. Tian

Tiana clenched her teeth and said, "You're wrong. This is all because Kenny has been pressuring Jameson in Blumedale. On top of that, the Golding family has been scheming, using Kenny as a pawn to take over the Rhodes family." She explained, "So I have no choice but to protect Michael! If I don't, Jameson will be isolated in Blumedale, and I won't be there to support him. If Kenny decides to make a bold move against the head of the family, then Lauren may never see the father who loves her most again! "And Lauren's success has far outshined Michael, directly threatening Kenny's family's interests. Under Kenny's manipulation, Joe learned about Lauren and fell for her at first sight. Now, the whole marriage arrangement with the Driscoll family. "People think I'm just trying to curry favor with them as if I'm the one pushing for this marriage. But the truth is, the Driscoll family is powerful, wealthy, and filled with dangerous men. They didn't ask for Lauren's hand—they're forcing

Andrew spoke calmly. "Mrs. Rhodes, if I resolve the Rhodes family's crisis, will you stop forcing Lauren into this?" Tiana let out a mocking laugh. "You? Solving the Rhodes family's crisis? Andrew, you're too young, too impulsive, and you think way too highly of yourself. Remember, don't ever bring up such ridiculous ideas in front of me again. "I was just starting to see you differently, but now, I'm reminded why I had no respect for you in the first place! In short, you and Lauren are impossible! You can't protect her, and you can't give her what she needs!" Her tone was dripping with scorn and dismissal, but Andrew's expression remained composed. From the very beginning, he had never taken the Rhodes family—or even the so-called powerful Driscoll and Golding families in Blumedale—seriously. Just then, the door swung open, and Lauren rushed in, her face pale. She said weakly, "Dr. Lloyd, let's go. I have nothing left to say to this cruel woman. If she insists on being reckles

Andrew agreed with Francesca's suggestion. Then, he pressed a point on Lauren's shoulder, and she immediately fell into a deep sleep. Just then, noise erupted outside. Andrew frowned and was about to ask Francesca to check it out when Eunice, the secretary, rushed in with a panicked expression. She reported angrily, "It's Michael. He's been released without charges." Francesca's face darkened. "Released? He committed arson! How the hell did the police let him walk free?" Eunice sighed bitterly. "I don't know, but Michael is absolutely smug about it. He's out there right now, celebrating while his lackeys kiss up to him." Andrew remained calm. "No need to speculate. Let's go see for ourselves." In the Rhodes Corporation's banquet hall, Michael was surrounded by a crowd of sycophants, popping champagne and reveling in his so-called victory. The entire scene was loud, obnoxious, and filled with arrogance. "Mr. Rhodes, you're incredible! Even the cops couldn't touch you!" "

Francesca let out a cold laugh. "You really think I'd believe a word you say? Everyone in Jayrodale knows that Mr. Jameson has always been the backbone of the Rhodes family. Mr. Kenny? He's been irrelevant for years." Michael whistled arrogantly, his grin widening. "Ever heard the saying? Tables turn every. Did you really think my father and I would stay nobodies forever? Fran, if your brains were even half as big as your chest, you'd know better. "Go ask around—aside from not officially taking the family head title, my father has already stripped Jameson of all his power." Feeling triumphant, Michael took a long swig of champagne, reveling in his own audacity. "Oh, and let me really open your eyes. The Wellers' warehouse? Yeah, I torched it. Not just that—I took a few lives while I was at it. But so what? Dad made one call to the Golding family, and they made another straight to the governor's office. "After that, the governor put pressure on Mr. Thatcher, and Mr. Thatcher

Michael sneered. "Fortune favors the bold, Bane. Haven't you always wanted to take over the Aickers and replace Cedric? My father has already agreed. In fact, he's even willing to pull some strings for you—help you get in with the Golding family. So, are you in or out? Think carefully." Bane's expression shifted, torn between hesitation and ambition. After a long pause, he let out a sinister chuckle. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. Ruthless—just the way it should be. Fine. Once I take care of Andrew, I'll roll the dice with you and go after Tiana. But you and your father better keep your word. I don't work for free." Michael's eyes darkened. "In Jayrodale, Lauren is fighting me for Rhodes Corporation. In Blumedale, Jameson is fighting my father for the Rhodes family throne. Those two should've been dealt with long ago, but my father and I have been waiting for the perfect opportunity. "Tiana has always been the one standing in our way. She's the only person my father actu

A storm was brewing in Jayrodale. For Lauren's sake, Andrew knew he could no longer stay confined to this city—he had to extend his reach into Blumedale. Leaving Moonlit Apothecary, he sent a message to Dylan and Natasha, instructing them to meet him in West Side. He needed to strengthen their abilities if they were going to handle the changes ahead. On the drive, his phone rang—Donald was calling. "Mr. Lloyd, I hate to say this, but I failed. I couldn't bring Michael to justice." There was frustration in Donald's voice, thick with unwillingness to accept defeat. Andrew remained calm. "No need to be discouraged, Mr. Warren. Tell me exactly what happened." Donald's tone hardened with anger. "The order came directly from Mr. Thatcher. He commanded Michael's unconditional release. I was furious and demanded to know why, but all Mr. Thatcher said was that Michael had people backing him from above. "I've dealt with plenty of criminals trying to pull strings before, but in the

Donald sighed in shame. "No, I didn't do anything. I chose to bow my head." Andrew was speechless. "So, in the end, you actually drank it?" There was silence on the other end of the line. After a long pause, Donald muttered, "Mr. Lloyd, goodbye." Andrew had not expected Donald to have such a humiliating past. With a cold chuckle, he said, "Wait a minute. You still remember the name of that Driscoll brat who bullied you, don't you?" Donald gritted his teeth. "Of course, I do. How could I forget? Even now, after climbing my way up to chief commissioner of Jayrodale's police force, I still hate that bastard. But at the same time, I can't shake the fear I felt back then." He continued, "His name is Rafael Driscoll. He was just a spoiled rich kid back then, but now, he's grown into one of the Driscoll family's enforcers." Andrew nodded calmly. "Got it. If the opportunity comes, I'll make sure you get justice." Donald let out an awkward laugh, not taking Andrew's words seriousl

For martial artists, strength and skill could be enhanced directly through specialized herbal tonics—or even more potent alchemical pills. Nonetheless, whether it was a tonic or a pill, these were luxuries that most people could not afford. Hence, it was often said such a journey was only available to the rich. If one wanted to master martial arts, they needed lots of money. However, having wealth and power was only the foundation. It was not nearly enough to reach the highest levels. Plenty of rich kids trained in combat, but most were nothing more than show-offs. Their skills were shallow, nothing beyond a few flashy moves. When faced with real martial artists, they would not last more than a few strikes. At best, they would get slapped around and humiliated. At worst, they would end up dead. To truly improve, money alone was not enough. One needed someone who could refine and craft the right tonics or enhancement pills. And those alchemists? They were not just rare—they w

Andrew said, "The two of you already have a solid foundation. This tonic won't do much for you. That's why I've prepared something different—pills, specifically made for you." The moment they heard the word pills, Natasha and Dylan's faces lit up with excitement. They watched eagerly, waiting for Andrew to take them out. However, instead of moving, Andrew simply looked at them and said coldly, "All medicine carries poison to some degree. And pills—especially high-grade ones—are the most dangerous of them all." He continued, "For an ordinary person, swallowing a single high-grade pill could make their blood boil and explode within hours. The reason is simple—these pills contain an overwhelming amount of energy. So don't assume that just because a pill is rare and powerful, it's automatically good for you." Natasha frowned. "Darling, are you saying the ones you made for us are high-grade pills?" Andrew pulled out a small box and placed it on the table. His voice remained indiff

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