Elon had expected his status as the eldest son of the Golding family to make Andrew bow down in submission. Yet, Andrew did not give him the time of day.

Instead, he showed up alone with Michael, ready to negotiate. Despite facing over a hundred elite bodyguards from the Golding family, Andrew showed no fear. In fact, he took Michael hostage right under their noses.

Elon, representing the Golding family, had seen his fair share of challenges over the years. But this level of disrespect was a first. It ignited a deep, cruel rage within him.

How dare this nobody, this insignificant ant, challenge someone from one of the Five Apex Families? Andrew had to be crushed.

Kenny glared at the knife in Andrew's hand, sneering. "You didn't expect this, did you? You thought you were the only one with leverage? Well, guess what? We've got your woman. Bet you didn't see that coming!"

Andrew smirked, his tone calm. "I knew you had Fran the moment she was taken. That's why I sent Mr. Warren