Gritting her teeth, Shiloh said, "I've been picking up part-time jobs lately, but I keep running into shady employers. Either they shortchange me, come up with random fines, or just outright refuse to pay me!

"I thought about it, and working for you is way easier. Give me ten grand, and I'll take care of your enemy."

She finished speaking and stared at Andrew with eyes gleaming like she was looking at a pile of gold. However, Andrew did not respond. His brows just furrowed deeply.

Shiloh immediately panicked, wondering if she had asked for too much. So, she quickly adjusted. "How about eight grand? You only need to pay me eight grand, and I'll handle this for you!"

Still, Andrew remained silent. Dylan and Natasha, on the other hand, were on the verge of losing it.

Damn. A martial king—someone powerful enough to wipe out Jayrodale's entire underground scene and shake up the martial arts world—was offering her services for just eight grand?

They had seen crazy things in their