Derek said coldly, "These elite families and old-money clans have been feasting off Blumedale like it's their private banquet. They think they can gorge themselves for life, rule without question, and remain unchallenged.

"But as long as I'm the one calling the shots in this province, they don't get to do as they please!"

Chantelle was startled. She had not expected Andrew to actually ignite Derek's fury. She silently cursed, 'This idiot is already useless on his own, and now even worse, he's using Mr. McCormick as his shield? It's despicable!'

Derek turned to Andrew. "Mr. Lloyd, don't worry. Those arrogant bastards—I'll handle them and make sure you get justice. But the reason I brought you here today is something more urgent. There's a matter I need your help with."

Andrew lifted a hand and said, "Mr. McCormick, say the word. If I can help, I will."

Derek nodded. "Here's the situation—an old friend of mine suddenly found himself fighting for his life. We've brought in nearly