Harvey glanced at Andrew, shaking his head with a smile. "I apologize if my words offended you, Andrew. I simply meant that a lady from a prestigious family like Fran should be accompanied by a gentleman befitting her status." Though not overtly insulting, Harvey's words dripped with upper-class superiority and dismissiveness toward Andrew. Andrew grinned. "I'm impressed. Also, didn't you say earlier that you'd cover all expenses at Oakridge Club today?" Harvey nodded, surprised by the question. "That's right. Whatever you want to drink or do, it's on me." "Well, since you offered, I'd be rude to refuse," Andrew replied, his smile widening. Harvey chuckled and walked away with Christina, not bothering to respond further. He had hoped to have some fun with this nobody, but Andrew did not even pique his interest. Christina was already eager to leave. Her disappointment in Andrew had turned to disgust. It seemed he knew he could not compete with Harvey and was shamelessly tryi
Andrew grabbed and lifted Bobby with one swift motion, then taunted, "I said I'd beat the shit out of you, but you wouldn't believe it!" Bobby let out a fierce roar and drove his knee toward Andrew's chest. The impact made a dull thud, but Andrew did not budge, even flashing a confident smile. Bobby was stunned—that kick would have shattered an ordinary person's ribs. Yet, this guy was still grinning. Suddenly, Andrew wrapped an arm around Bobby's head and slammed it across the nearby tables like a rag doll. Plates shattered, glasses broke, and bottles smashed everywhere. With blood streaming down his face, Bobby shouted, "I'll kill you and your whole family!" Then, he quickly pulled out a knife and stabbed at Andrew's waist. "Not bad, Bobby. You've got some skills!" Andrew praised mockingly. After that, he moved at an unbelievable speed and snatched the knife away. With a swift motion, the blade pierced Bobby's palm and drove deep into the table. Immediately after, a
That night, in a private hospital in Jayrodale, Dylan stormed in with over 100 of his men dressed in black. The hospital staff and visitors trembled in fear, wondering who had earned the wrath of South City's most notorious crime lord. Dylan, usually sporting a buzzcut and friendly demeanor, was oddly absent of smiles. When the doctor emerged from the ward, Dylan extinguished his cigarette and asked, "How's Bobby?" The doctor's face was grave as he shook his head, replying, "It doesn't look good." "What does that mean? Explain!" "H-He's in a vegetative state," the doctor said carefully, casting a wary glance at Dylan. Surprisingly, Dylan showed neither rage nor murderous intent. "Mr. Garner, we must get our revenge!" "Let us tear this punk into pieces for daring to touch one of our own!" "Just say the word, Mr. Garner; I'll take care of this clueless punk right now!" Dylan raised his hand. "Keep it down. Don't disturb Bobby's rest." "But Mr. Garner…" Dy
Marvin chuckled and said, "Dylan, let me give you two choices!" Dylan's eyes lit up instantly. "Please, Mr. Yates, I'm listening!" He thought this might work in his favor—after all, getting an offer from Jayrodale's wealthiest man could mean millions in compensation for losing his best fighter. Marvin continued, "First choice: we forget this ever happened." Dylan immediately shook his head. "That's impossible. I'll take the second option!" Marvin laughed again. "The second choice is this: Jayrodale's four crime lords go down to three, and I'll display your head on South City's highest wall for all to see!" Dylan's smile froze as he stared at the seemingly gentle old man. "Mr. Yates, I know better than to offend you. But may I ask why you're treating me this way?" Dylan was known for his ruthlessness. Yet, he found himself nearly in tears before Marvin. Marvin grinned ominously. "Why? Because that man is someone far beyond both you and me! Honestly, if you hadn't been
After examining Eunice, Andrew immediately confirmed it was the same poison used on Cecelia. The method was sophisticated, and most people would not have seen it coming. "Dr. Lloyd, can you treat her?" Lauren asked anxiously. Andrew nodded confidently and said, "It shouldn't be too difficult." Then, he reached for his silver needles and was ready to start the detoxification process. Suddenly, a cold voice called out, "Stop right there!" A group entered the room, led by a man in a suit with an air of smug entitlement. Lauren turned with a frown. "Michael, what are you doing here?" It was Michael Rhodes, her cousin and one of Jayrodale's four most eligible bachelors. He replied, "Lauren, isn't it obvious from Eunice's poisoning that someone's targeting Rhodes Corporation? You can't be that blind." "And?" Lauren's face remained expressionless. "And it's time to get rid of your pretty boy doctor here. My people will handle this, so stay out of it!" Michael shot Andrew a di
Michael praised, "Fran, you truly live up to being Dr. Aicker's protege! Your medical skills put us men to shame!" Francesca could not help but feel smug at the compliment, glancing at Andrew. She said in a condescending tone, "Well, Andrew, I'm sure my detoxification technique and medication choice are beyond your capabilities. Since you watched the whole process, you might want to take notes. It could really improve your skills." Andrew just shook his head with a smile, which prompted Francesca to raise an eyebrow. She asked, "What? You seem unconvinced." "Oh, I'm convinced," Andrew replied. "It's not every day you see someone put on such a dramatic show with zero actual results. That's quite an achievement." Francesca's expression turned cold. "Are you questioning my medical expertise?" Coming from a prestigious medical family with a legendary grandfather, she had always been confident in her abilities and could not tolerate any challenge to her skills. "I wouldn't da
Andrew ignored Francesca and immediately began treating Eunice. The silver needles danced between his fingers as he inserted them into specific pressure points on Eunice's body, all while stopping the spread of the toxin with a few taps. His mastery left Francesca dumbfounded. She stuttered, "Y-You actually know the pressure-point technique?" "Isn't it basic knowledge? Anyone with hands can do it," Andrew replied casually, leaving Francesca nearly choking with anger. Her grandfather, Cedric, had trained his whole life and, at 80 years old, had barely mastered the basics of pressure point techniques. Yet here was Andrew, wielding it as if it were child's play. Francesca thought Cedric would probably faint if he saw this. One by one, the needles drew out the poison, their silver surfaces turning black. Lauren beamed with pride and exclaimed, "Dr. Lloyd, you're amazing!" Then, she turned to Francesca with a smirk. "Well, Fran, are you convinced now?" Francesca stubbornly argu
Andrew calmly pointed out the flaws in their logic. "If they learn that Ms. Rhodes has access to someone who can neutralize poison, what's to stop them from using more lethal methods next time? Are you ready to take responsibility for that?" His sharp questions made Michael's face turn bright red. "You worthless parasite, how dare you speak to me like that! I'll…" Lauren cut him off, pointing toward the door. "Michael, I run Rhodes Corporation now, not you. If you're going to be useless and disrespect Dr. Lloyd, you can get out!" Michael glared venomously at Andrew. "Fine! Let's see what this loser can do!" Lauren flashed Andrew a charming smile. "Dr. Lloyd, since you've already saved Eunice, would you help us figure this out? Pretty please?" It was impossible to say no to a beautiful woman. Even though he thought Lauren was a flirt, he still replied, "I have a theory, but I'll need more information from you, Ms. Rhodes." "Ask away! I'll tell you everything," Lauren said ea