The moment Kenny and Sherilyn heard Andrew's name, they both exploded with fury.

"You little bastard! Where are you? Show yourself!" Kenny shouted, veins bulging in his neck.

His face twisted into a mask of rage as Andrew calmly stepped out from the crowd, his expression blank.

The moment Kenny saw him, his eyes went blood-red. "Andrew, you killed Michael. Today is the day you die!"

Andrew replied coolly, "Kenny, you old mutt—you know damn well how he died. If I remember right, you signed a written agreement promising not to challenge the Rhodes family leadership."

Kenny's face twisted in a snarl. "Whether I stick to it or not is none of your damn business, you little punk! You think you're in a position to tell me what to do?"

However, Andrew did not take the bait. Instead, he smirked. "Of course it's my business. That's why I sent Michael six feet under before you broke your word. Now we're even; nothing owed between us."

Kenny trembled with fury, nearly passing out fro