However, more Chamber of Commerce members were still making their statements, eagerly rushing to pledge their loyalty to Andrew. The Keller sisters were completely stunned, utterly speechless. If they had not witnessed it with their own eyes, they would have thought these people were under some kind of spell. Had Andrew somehow controlled their minds and turned them into his puppets? Nonetheless, the reality was right there in front of them. Whether they believed it or not, they had to accept it. "H-How did he manage to win over so many people with just a few words? Half of the people are already supporting Andrew. Could he really be about to steal the chairman position?" "It's not just half—it's nearly two-thirds already. Even when Dad was in office, his approval rating was only around this number." "This guy is just too good at winning people over!" Finally, the heart-stopping show of hands came to an end. Looking around the room, more than two-thirds of the peop

The flirtatious widow was incredibly bold, pressing herself against Andrew as she spoke. "My name is Rachel Gardner, but Mr. Lloyd, you can call me Rae!" From her revealing outfit and enormous chest, it was obvious she was a wealthy but dangerously sensual woman. Any ordinary man who fell into her hands would definitely be drained after just one session. Andrew stepped back to create distance and said flatly, "Madam Gardner, please watch yourself." Rachel batted her dramatic eyelashes and smiled suggestively. "Mr. Lloyd, you're not even 30 yet, are you? You're at the perfect age—full of energy and stamina for seven rounds in one night! I'm willing to serve you for free tonight, with all my heart and soul!" Rachel leaned in closer, her intoxicating perfume wrapping around Andrew as her laughter rang out. Andrew shook his head. "I'll pass. I'm not particularly interested in women, especially divorced ones." Rachel giggled coquettishly. "Haven't you heard, Mr. Lloyd? A divorc

Andrew ignored the sisters and scanned the area, spotting Duncan and Spencer across the street. Ignoring the flowing traffic, Andrew strode toward them. Seeing this, Spencer was so terrified he nearly wet himself. He was about to call his gang of thugs for help when he turned around to find they had all fled in terror. "Dad, we're finished, we're completely finished…" Spencer despaired in an instant.His pants became soaked as a puddle of murky liquid spread on the ground beneath him. Even Chase, a martial arts powerhouse who could walk through Blumedale untouched, had gone down with a single hit from Andrew. What were they compared to Andrew? They were as insignificant as dust. Duncan's hand trembled violently on his cane. Soon, his whole body began to shake, like he was freezing from the inside out. He had seen serious power before and even worked with martial kings, real monsters in their own right. However, as he watched Andrew approaching, for the first time in his li

Rachel was not just any woman—she was a high-society heiress worth billions and the wealthiest divorcee in all of Blumedale. If she so much as lifted a finger, powerful men would line up just to kiss her feet. But right now, she had only one thought in her mind—total submission to Andrew. She knew from this moment on, that she would never overstep again. If it meant staying in his good graces, she was willing to humble herself completely. If he wanted her body, she would give it—one night, two nights, as many nights as he pleased. After all, no woman could resist men like him. Once her initial fear faded, Rachel realized something even more intense had taken its place—she had completely fallen for him. She was ready to hand over everything—her heart, her body, even her fortune—if only he would cherish her for the rest of her life. Like Aspen, Rachel craved to be conquered by a powerful man. However, her obsession came from pure awe, while Aspen's came from something far darke

"She'll be way more fun once it kicks in!" Black Viper laughed maniacally. Now fully hyped, Rafael chuckled and barked, "Hell yeah! Mosby, bring out your special blend—the real wild one! I want this little slut to turn into the dirtiest, most desperate whore alive!" Mosby frowned. "Mr. Driscoll, are you seriously going through with this?" Rafael snapped, "What do you think? Hurry up and do it already! Quit pretending you're some saint, old man. Everyone knows you've got mistresses tucked away in half the luxury clubs across Blumedale." Called out, Mosby flushed with embarrassment. "Fine then. Drugging her will definitely make things more exciting. But if you get the first turn, I'm going second." "Whatever!" Rafael grunted, growing impatient. "You two can fight over second and third. Just give me three undisturbed seconds with her first!" With a flick of his wrist, Mosby pulled out a pouch of powder and shoved it down Aspen's throat. The moment it hit, her body instantly fl