Night had already fallen in Jayrodale, and Andrew was just about to leave West End when Natasha smirked and said, "Darling, that old dog Kenny couldn't hold back any longer. Looks like he's trying to reach you again."

Andrew took the phone from her hand and answered the call. "Mr. Kenny, it's late at night—shouldn't you be in bed? What do you want?"

Kenny's voice was cold. "Andrew, don't get cocky. Tell me, did you take down Phantom Eye?"

Andrew chuckled. "Do you even need to ask? Of course, he was. Not gonna lie, that guy's sharing a cell with Michael right now."

Kenny let out a sharp laugh. "You sure like to talk big. Do you even know what kind of powerhouse Phantom Eye is? Who the hell do you think you are? You actually think you took him down? You must be dreaming before you've even gotten into bed."

Andrew smirked. "So, you don't believe me, huh, old dog?"

Kenny's tone turned even more sinister. "Believe you? I wouldn't believe a single word out of your mouth. I'm not