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Chapter 1089
Scattered chairs, overturned tables, and shattered glass from the back window completed the chaotic scene. Andrew's eyes sharpened as he stepped toward the staircase and barked coldly, "Come out." After three seconds, a masked man stepped into view at the bend of the stairs. He was holding a gun in one hand, a combat knife sheathed at his waist, and eyes sharp as a hawk's. "You noticed something was wrong, but instead of running, you walked right in like you owned the place. You must be real confident in your skills." The man sneered as he raised the gun, aiming directly at Andrew's head. Then, he pulled the trigger without a hint of hesitation. He wasted no time on speeches, eager to end the situation. After all, unnecessary chatters were the reason many villains died. Even so, deep down, the assassin was surprised. He was told that the target on the Goldings' hit list was supposed to be some minor nobody. Yet somehow, this guy had spotted him instantly—despite a perfect hid
Chapter 1090
"Since you're already here, why not stay?" Andrew's voice was icy. A chilling smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he lunged forward, moving with ghostly speed. The two assassins barely reached the second-floor window, desperately trying to break it open. Before their fists even made contact, Andrew's brutal punches smashed into their backs. The impact was deafening—like lightning striking hard and heavy. The windows shattered instantly, exploding outward as the two assassins flew through them. Just like that, their bodies crashed onto the lawn below, shards of glass mixing with blood and flesh. They lay lifeless, eyes wide with terror, frozen forever in their final moments. Andrew's expression was terrifyingly cold. "Aspen, if you're still alive, you can come out now," he called out softly, his voice echoing through the silent villa. Silence answered him. It seemed he was alone, the villa devoid of any other living soul. A rare sense of urgency surged through him
Chapter 1091
Irene shouted, "You actually brought her to a hotel room? Ugh, have you no shame?" Andrew replied coolly, "It's none of your damn business." Then, he casually walked over to the front desk and booked a deluxe suite. Leroy called out, "Hold up, Andrew!" Andrew stopped and turned, shooting him a glance. Leroy looked at the unconscious Aspen and asked, "So, are you two officially sleeping together now?" Andrew snapped impatiently, "If you've got something to say, say it. If not, get lost." Leroy snorted. "Relax, man. I'm just saying that you're impressive. You're actually sleeping with Aspen? Honestly, if it weren't for us being related, I'd be tempted too. She's seriously top-tier—any man would want a shot." Andrew sneered. "Is that so? Well, you're even more of a shameless animal than I thought." Leroy's temper flared. "And who are you to insult me, Andrew? Don't forget, the woman you're sleeping with is still a Stevens. She's still one of ours. So, you better be ready
Chapter 1092
Andrew's room was Room 9527. He unlocked the door and laid Aspen gently on the bed. As usual, he checked the space thoroughly to make sure everything was secure before preparing to lie down and get some rest. However, just as he was about to close his eyes, he noticed Aspen's body burning up with fever. Andrew cursed under his breath, 'Great… Now she has a high fever.' Nonetheless, he knew that for someone with a weaker constitution, this kind of fever after sustaining injuries was normal since the immune system would be completely worn down. He fetched some ice and started cold compresses to bring her temperature down. Yet, even after trying for a while, Andrew realized it was not helping much at all. Left with no better option, he had to resort to the last resort of stripping Aspen down completely. Since they had left in a rush earlier, she'd only had on a thin top, which made it easy for Andrew to pull it off. Her chest was now completely exposed, and her perky little bre
Chapter 1093
It was all part of Quinton's plan to make it easier to control his subordinates once he inherited the Wrights. Moreover, the fatter Elon was, the narrower his thinking seemed to get. Still, despite looking down on him, Quinton was not about to waste a perfect pawn. So, in the middle of the night, he made the call. As he expected, Elon had not gone to bed either. After all, with Andrew still walking around free, how could they possibly sleep? "Elon, I've got Andrew's location. He's staying at the Crown Hotel," Quinton said the moment the line connected. Elon's voice on the other end sounded totally disinterested. "Got it." Quinton frowned. "What's up with you, Elon? If you know where Andrew is, then get your people from the Goldings over there and take him out! Or what, is your family's kill order just for show? Move your damn men already!" He could not stand how lifeless Elon sounded, so he kept pressing him. However, Elon replied flatly, "Quinton, I'm not in the mood to
Chapter 1094
Late at night at the Golding family estate, the massive mansion blazed with lights from top to bottom. Strangely, though, the entire place was dead silent, not a single person in sight. Only the grand hall was occupied—several figures stood beneath the towering chandeliers. At the center sat Richard, head of the Golding family, high on the main seat with an icy expression carved into his face. The butler stepped forward and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Sir, there's an update on the bounty." Richard's eyes flickered. He growled, "Well? Where's Andrew's head?" The butler's face twisted slightly. "We didn't recover Andrew's head, sir… but three members of the assassin group were found dead at the villa. We believe it was Andrew's residence here, but by the time our men arrived, the place had already been cleaned out." The flicker of satisfaction in Richard's eyes disappeared, replaced with pure disgust. He hissed, "How useless." Knowing his place, the butler backed away q
Chapter 1095
At that moment, Kenny would much rather die than suffer the humiliation. He had fought tooth and nail to get Sherilyn married into the Goldings, thinking it was their one-way ticket to the top—a guaranteed leap from rags to royalty. However, he never imagined that in a family like the Goldings, they would stop treating someone like a human altogether once they lost their worth. They were tossed aside the moment they were no longer useful. Richard looked over at Elon, who still had not made a move, and let out a cold laugh. "If you can't do it, get out of my sight." Elon numbly stepped aside, staring at the weeping Sherilyn as if she were a stranger. His eyes were hollow, and his body did not move. Suddenly, three men and eight women were dragged into the hall and forced to their knees before Richard. Each one wore a look of absolute horror. "So, you're the ones who were fooling around with Sherilyn, right?" Richard asked calmly. None of the group who had participated in the
Chapter 1096
In the faint light of dawn, Aspen slowly woke up back at the hotel. Her body ached, and a soft groan escaped her lips as she frowned from the soreness. The last thing she remembered before blacking out was Andrew finally arriving at the villa to find her. Everything else after that was a blur. However, she vaguely recalled him treating her wounds and undressing her. When Aspen realized Andrew had undressed her, she bolted upright and flung the covers aside in a panic. Her bare, pale body was fully exposed beneath the sheets, with bandages wrapped around her chest and lower abdomen. She wondered how Andrew helped with the bandage, and if he had touched her. If he did, where did he touch? Did he touch her chest, her thighs, or even her private part? A sharp scream echoed through Room 9527, and Andrew jolted awake on the sofa, looking more irritated than surprised. "What the hell? You moaning from a dream or something?" Aspen scrambled to sit up, her face flushed with fu
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