"Underground king of Jayrodale? Ha! Never heard of him. What kind of trash title is that?"

The two guards did not just ignore them—they started throwing out sleazy insults.

Showing up at the Fields family estate and demanding to see the head without even setting foot inside? That was suicide.

Francesca's face instantly turned cold as she looked at Andrew with an exaggerated pout. "Andrew, these dogs are seriously disrespecting me. You better make this right, or you're not getting anywhere near my bed tonight."

Andrew sighed with a slight headache. When Francesca put on a show, she really committed to the role.

He stepped forward and said to the two guards, "I'll give you one shot. Tell your boss that Andrew Lloyd from Moonlit Apothecary is here and wants a word."

The guards sized him up, and one of them asked, "You're her man?"

Andrew replied coolly, "That's right. Got a problem with that?"

The other guard grinned nastily. "Come on, man, quit pretending. We've seen plen