"Harvey, don't you dare bully Dr. Lloyd! If he gets hurt, you'll have to answer to me!" Lauren rushed over, worried that Andrew might be at a disadvantage.

Harvey smirked, seizing the chance to back down gracefully. "Alright, I'll let him off this time for your sake," he said with a fake grin. "But don't expect such luck next time! I'm not the type to go easy on just anyone."

With a cold snort, Harvey left. Christina and Francesca both thought Harvey had shown Andrew mercy, unaware that Harvey's arm, hidden beneath his jacket, was already swollen and trembling uncontrollably.

"If Lauren hadn't arrived in time, you wouldn't have gotten off so easily," Francesca sneered.

Andrew replied calmly, "You should say that to him instead. If I'm not mistaken, he's probably rushing to the clinic to get his arm treated right now."

Francesca did not believe him, thinking Andrew was just bluffing. After all, there was no way he could easily defeat an eighth-degree black belt like Harvey.