By the time Andrew walked back into the grand hall of the Stevens mansion, he was pretty satisfied with what he saw. Just as expected, not a single member of the Bridgefields Stevens family was still standing.

One enforcer was dead, and the other was gravely injured. As for Zephyr—the once proud head of the family—he had been forced onto the ground, his face pressed against the floor, humiliated beyond measure.

"Andrew, if you want to kill me, then do it!" Zephyr roared, his voice filled with defiance. "I won't beg!"

Andrew scoffed. "Zephyr, I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it."

Dylan spoke up. "Mr. Lloyd, why don't we just finish Zephyr off? Then we can head north overnight and wipe out the entire Bridgefields Stevens family!"

Natasha smirked cruelly. "I agree! Once we flatten Bridgefields Stevens family, we'll kill all the men and sell the women overseas as prostitutes."

Andrew fell silent. Not because he was hesitating, but because he was not used to how ruthl