Faced with the eager gazes of the two crime lords, Andrew simply smiled and stopped talking, picking up his tea instead.

Dylan caught on quickly and slapped his forehead. He said, "Mr. Lloyd has already helped us so much with both his wisdom and courage, while Madam Vostokoff and I have been doing nothing!"

Turning to Natasha, he added, "Madam Vostokoff, Mr. Lloyd's assistance comes with certain conditions."

"As it should," Natasha nodded. She no longer dared to underestimate Andrew, knowing that capable people always had their own terms.

Deliberately pulling down her neckline to reveal more cleavage, Natasha smiled flirtatiously at Andrew.

"Mr. Lloyd, you're a young man in your prime. Usually, men want either money or women. I wonder if my beauty catches your eye. If you're interested, I'd be willing to warm your bed tonight."

Dylan watched with envy. Natasha was a stunning widow with both power and influence. When he saw Natasha offering herself to Andrew, he could not h