Andrew leaned down and patted Leon's face mockingly. "Weren't you acting all tough and badass just a minute ago? What happened to all that attitude? The beef between Mr. Driscoll and me is none of your business, you piece of trash.

"What gives you the right to get involved? Huh? I'm asking you, what makes you think you qualify?"

Leon shouted, "I'm the eldest son of the Mercer family! Our family runs Blumedale, we—"

Before he could finish, Andrew slapped him twice, and blood immediately gushed from Leon's nose and mouth.

Liliana, Gary, and the others stood frozen in shock. They all wondered where Andrew got this kind of nerve, especially with Joe still standing there.

"So what if the Mercer family runs Blumedale?" Andrew growled, yanking Leon up by the collar. "You might be a Mercer, but what does that have to do with me?"

He hissed, "You think you can act tough in front of me, you worthless piece of garbage? Believe me, I could kill you in a heartbeat! If you have a problem