Andrew, Natasha, and Dylan returned to West End with their respective entourages.

Andrew said, "Dylan, I don't think I need to handle the rest of Madam Vostokoff's business."

The chaos he had stirred up was more than enough, and he had no intention of meddling further in the underworld.

Dylan nodded. "Mr. Lloyd, you've already done far more than enough for us. Madam Vostokoff and I can handle the rest without troubling you further."

Natasha chuckled. "Darling, you even managed to divide Atlas and Finley for us. Why not see it through to the end? How about taking Atlas out entirely for us?"

Andrew shook his head without hesitation. "You know my rules, Natasha. I've already done more than enough, far exceeding the value of that so-called medicinal herb you offered me. Isn't it a bit excessive to keep asking for more?"

Dylan quickly agreed. "Madam Vostokoff, Mr. Lloyd has gone above and beyond for us. Asking him for anything more wouldn't just break the rules—it would make us