Andrew frowned slightly. First, he had run into Aspen and Christina on the road. Now, at the monastery, he had to deal with Harvey.

This trip was shaping up to be more trouble than expected. Still, he had already come this far—there was no turning back. Besides, he was not the type to be intimidated by anyone.

Meanwhile, outside, Michael had managed to clean himself up a bit using the creek water.

As he stepped into the monastery, his expression was full of resentment. "Andrew, you trying to kill me or something? If anything happens to me, neither Lauren nor you will get out of this alive!"

Andrew sighed in annoyance. "Relax. If I really wanted you dead, it wouldn't take more than a few seconds. Focus. The Wellers got here first, and it looks like they're trying to win over Master Shiloh. We can't let that happen."

The moment Michael heard Harvey was here, his eyes turned bloodshot. He clenched his fists and snarled, "That bastard? Perfect. I've been waiting to settle the sco