Christina had always thought Andrew lacked the sharp edge that defined successful men. She had believed he was unmotivated and lacked ambition, but now she realized he was not lacking drive—he was simply so far above everyone else that nothing fazed him. "You broke my leg! You actually broke my f*cking leg! Andrew, I'll make you and the entire Stevens family pay with your lives!" Harvey had completely lost it. He had never imagined that, as the head of the prestigious Weller family, he would be so humiliated by a loser. Another sickening crack echoed through the room. Everyone, including the groaning Weller family guards on the floor, felt their scalps tingle as Andrew broke Harvey's other leg without hesitation. Gasps could be heard throughout the room. Harvey finally broke down and begged, "Please, stop! Don't break anything else! It hurts! Mr. Lloyd, please, I'm sorry!" His previous arrogance vanished completely as he lay at Andrew's feet like a pathetic fool, face cov
"Yes! Both my legs are f*cking broken! I want Andrew dead!" Harvey screamed into the phone. There was a long silence from the Weller family elder, Ian, before he spoke hoarsely, "Mr. Weller, you fool. Andrew is at least at the level of a junior grandmaster! I warned you not to provoke him recklessly. Why didn't you listen?" "I already told you, I never provoked him! He showed up, ruined my plans, and broke my legs!" Harvey snarled through gritted teeth. Ian sighed. "It's too late for this now. Return to the Weller residence and get your legs treated. As for Andrew, with one of our senior grandmasters in seclusion recovering, I'm the only one left, and I'm not confident about facing him." Harvey was stunned by Ian's reluctance to act. His face twisted with rage as he roared, "As family head, I order you to kill him! Do you hear me?" Ian replied coldly, "As senior grandmasters, Ted and I exist to ensure the Weller family's survival. We're not here to help you bully people and p
While Andrew had single-handedly driven away the Weller family and saved both Stevens Corporation and her, Christina felt little joy. Instead, she was a little uncomfortable. "Even now, you can't let go of that ridiculous pride and arrogance?" Douglas scoffed at her. "Without Andy, do you think Stevens Corporation would have survived the Weller family's attack today?" Christina was at a loss for words. Picking up her glass, she turned to Andrew and said, "Andrew, you truly saved us. Let me offer you this toast." "Is a single toast enough to repay the enormous debt of saving our entire family?" Douglas interrupted before Andrew could respond. Christina swallowed her pride and added, "Grandpa, you're right—a toast isn't enough. Andrew, to show our gratitude, I'm offering you 20% of Stevens Corporation's shares to manage." Irene and Leroy immediately showed their jealousy. Irene protested, "Christie, 20% is worth nearly 150 million dollars! Isn't that too much?" "Yeah, 20% is
Andrew responded indifferently, "20% of Stevens Corporation's shares are supposed to be my reward?" "You seem to have quite an inflated opinion of yourself, Ms. Stevens," he added with a hint of sarcasm. Douglas quickly chimed in, "Take it, Andy. You helped us out, and this is what you deserve." "Sir, I don't need the money," Andrew said with a smile. "While 20% of Stevens Corporation is substantial, it makes no difference to me whether I have it or not." Christina took a deep breath and replied coldly, "If you don't want it, there's nothing more to say. I gave you an opportunity, Andrew, but you couldn't seize it." She felt uncomfortable, knowing Andrew's rejection stemmed from underestimating Stevens Corporation. Little did he know that the company had transformed significantly since its early days. To her, Andrew remained as shortsighted as ever, lacking true vision. Among the Stevens family, only Douglas had a different perspective. He realized the family had missed
Christina stated firmly, "Once I make a decision, I never regret it. And speaking of decisions, why are you single now? What about Ms. Rhodes or Ms. Aickers? These two Jayrodale beauties have been throwing themselves at you." She had not realized the jealousy that tinged her voice as she spoke. "Well, Andrew, your love life certainly blossomed after breaking up with Christie," Irene remarked with an eye roll. "You must be living the high life now, being Ms. Rhodes's kept man." "You're absolutely right," Andrew replied with a smile. "Ms. Rhodes has been very good to me. In fact, I'm planning to confess my feelings to her soon. I look forward to that sweet sugar baby lifestyle and retiring 30 years early." Irene scoffed. "That's all you'll ever amount to. No wonder Christie doesn't want you. You should really take a look at yourself." Christina interjected coldly, "Mom, that's enough. It isn't easy to win over someone like Ms. Rhodes, and we should be happy for him." Leroy ea
Inside the SUV, Dylan personally drove Andrew toward West End. "Dylan, this isn't the way to South City, is it?" Andrew asked, raising an eyebrow. Dylan explained with a wry smile, "Mr. Lloyd, we're heading to West End. Tonight is a crucial three-way meeting between us South City, Northern District's Atlas, and the last major underground power in Jayrodale—West End's Natasha Vostokoff. "I wouldn't have dared ask for your company if it wasn't important." Andrew analyzed and commented, "So the conflict between South City and Northern District has reached a critical point. That's why West End couldn't stay neutral anymore and had to step in for negotiations, right?" "You've hit the nail on the head, Mr. Lloyd," Dylan said admiringly. "Last time, you helped us take down Griffin, giving South City a chance to counter-attack. "Now, neither Norther District nor South City can gain the upper hand. With Madam Vostokoff getting involved, I'm worried about potential tricks, which is
Dylan forced an awkward laugh and ducked his head sheepishly. "I was just kidding, Mr. Lloyd. Please don't be angry." He had no doubt about Andrew's influence. With one word, this man could actually have him performing stand-up comedy for the rest of his life. … The SUV pulled up in front of a towering building in Jayrodale's West End district. "Mr. Lloyd, this is Madam Vostokoff's headquarters—the main base of West End's underground operations," Dylan explained while opening the door for Andrew. "Impressive…" Andrew nodded after taking in the sight. At that moment, an alluring woman wearing a veil and dark smoky eye makeup approached them, surrounded by several imposing bodyguards. "Mr. Garner, you've finally arrived. Please come in. Mr. Giordano and Mr. Moore are getting impatient," she said with a smile, her eyes deliberately lingering on Andrew. "Mr. Lloyd, this is Natasha Vostokoff, the leader of Jayrodale's West End," Dylan introduced. Before he could introduce
Atlas and Finley were already seated in the massive conference room. When Natasha entered with her signature sultry walk, Finley's eyes lit up with desire, but Atlas quickly shot him a warning glance. Atlas was well aware of Natasha's reputation in Jayrodale's underground circles, and he worried Finley's wandering eye might compromise their position. "Thank you for your patience, Mr. Giordano and Mr. Moore," Natasha said with a smile. "Mr. Garner and South City's representative have arrived, so we can begin." "What capable fighter could South City possibly have besides Dylan?" Finley scoffed. "They're all trash in my eyes." "Pretty big talk from you, Mr. Moore. Better be careful not to bite your tongue," Dylan's voice sounded from the doorway as he and Andrew entered the room. Initially, both Finley and Atlas wore looks of contempt, feeling confident in their position against Dylan. However, when they saw Andrew beside him, their expressions quickly changed. "So this is who