Yara's third uncle, Lennon Wright, followed up coldly, saying, "Andrew, who the hell do you think you are? The Wright family is one of the Five Apex Families, the leading family in Blumedale. You're just some nobody! Kevin may have tolerated you before, but now? There's no place for you here!" Right now, aside from Yara, the most powerful members of the Wrights were Kevin's two brothers. Though the two constantly schemed against each other in secret, Andrew's sudden appearance made them instantly join forces. Their intent was clear—they absolutely would not tolerate Andrew backing Yara's rise to power. Andrew sat down casually and gave a cold smirk. "The Wrights are indeed one of the Five Apex Families, and sure, only people with real weight should be sitting in this hall. Perfect, because I honestly think there's nothing wrong with me sitting right here." Isaac narrowed his eyes, a dark glint flashing through them. "Andrew, just because you've got a tiny bit of history with ou

Andrew shrugged casually. "Look, I'm just here to pass along Kevin's will. Whether or not you listen—that's your family's business. I was there when Kevin died, and let me tell you—it was brutal. Absolutely brutal. "But even when he knew he wasn't going to make it, his mind was still on this family. He said Ms. Yara had to take over. If she didn't, he wouldn't be able to rest in peace." Andrew delivered his fabricated tale with a straight face and zero guilt. Kevin was already six feet under, and Andrew was not about to waste this golden opportunity to milk every drop of benefit from their so-called brotherhood. It was not like he owed the guy anything. Isaac clenched his jaw. "Andrew, your ambition is written all over your face. You really think our entire family is that easy to fool?" Lennon jumped in right after. "That's right. Kevin's gone, and who knows if there even was a will? Everything you're saying—it's all your word against no one else's." Andrew let out a cold l

Just like that, it was already after work hours, and the streets were packed with heavy traffic. Andrew drove toward the office building of Gabo Creek's Chamber of Commerce. Rachel had been harassing him several times already, saying that if Andrew, as chairman, did not show up soon, there would be complete chaos within Gabo Creek's Chamber of Commerce. Andrew himself felt somewhat guilty too. He had promised George to take over this chairman position, but he had not managed things for even a single day. The only time he did anything was when he beat the crap out of Duncan, one of the important big shots within the chamber. Looking back, even Andrew had to admit—he was absolutely unqualified. Suddenly, a loud crash sounded, and Andrew saw his car's front end get completely smashed in. Someone had cut him off. They had tried to cut him off several times, and Andrew had avoided them each time with his superior driving skills. Finally, the other party lost patience and perfo

The Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce, as the most powerful business alliance in Gabo Creek province, had its office tower located in the prime real estate of Blumedale, where every square foot was worth a fortune. Andrew leisurely drove his front-end damaged Mazda to the front of the building. The security guards at the entrance were about to shout a reprimand, but they immediately swallowed their words as soon as they saw who got out of the car. "Mr. Lloyd, good day!" they said with a sharp salute, their voices ringing out loudly. Andrew locked his car door and smiled. "You guys know me?" The two security guards replied respectfully, "This is our first time seeing you in person, sir. But your 3D poster portrait plays on the building's screen displays every single day!" Andrew looked up, and his face immediately darkened. His portrait was indeed being displayed on the glass curtain wall of the Chamber of Commerce building—he looked young and handsome in a sharp business su

Andrew smiled and asked, "Well, there it is. You want to stay in the Chamber but be free from my authority? Then what am I? Just a decoration sitting in the chairman's seat?" Cillian arrogantly spat his lit cigar right onto the floor, the very picture of disrespect. Looking Andrew dead in the eye, he mocked, "I never called you a decoration… but if that's how you want to interpret it, I won't stop you." Andrew was still all smiles. "Mr. Ulrich, I suggest you think this through. Our Chamber of Commerce runs on rules and structure. Your blatant disregard for the chairman's authority is dangerously close to insubordination." Cillian's expression turned dark in an instant. "Andrew, quit acting tough in front of me! When I feel generous, I call you Mr. Lloyd. But when I'm in a bad mood? You're just another brat who doesn't matter!" The mask was off, and he was not even pretending anymore. The other board members exchanged amused glances. They were all curious to see whether Andr