Victoria's cheeks flushed crimson, and she looked utterly embarrassed and ashamed. She raised her hand as if to strike him, but then lowered it again. She gritted her teeth as she said, "You little bastard, you've been keeping this pretty well hidden! Why didn't you tell me earlier that your father is Reginald, and let me make a fool of myself?" Her heart pounded uncontrollably as she recalled all the things she had said and those exaggerated gestures she had made. Even at her mature age, she could not stop the wave of heat rising to her face or the strange, complicated feelings churning in her chest. Andrew rolled his eyes and said bluntly, "I didn't want to bring up my dad at all. I didn't want to trigger your resentment or make things worse, but you seriously crossed the line, so I had no choice." Victoria let out a frustrated laugh. "So you're Reggie's son. Even if I'm angry with you, I wouldn't have the heart to lay a hand on you. No wonder when I first saw you, I was so

When Andrew left the Peck residence, his retreating figure looked hurried and flustered. Miles and Liliana stood by, watching his Porsche 911 disappear down the road, both looking suspicious. "Miles, he actually walked out of there without a scratch. Did Mom really let him off that easily?" Liliana could not accept it. No matter what, Andrew should have at least been beaten half to death. Miles did not say anything, but his expression darkened. Liliana glanced at him sideways. "Why the long face, Miles? Did Cathy demand the 'bedroom tax' from you again, and you couldn't perform?" Miles snapped, annoyed, "Shut it, you brat! You think I'm that pathetic? Besides, I've been taking Mr. Lloyd's Vitality Pill and Titan Essence Pill. Cathy's been begging for mercy every night." Liliana looked skeptical. "Then why are you looking so glum?" Miles found it hard to speak, but finally said, "Liliana, didn't you notice that Andrew's shirt was torn at the chest? When he went to see M

Miles said, "But I know there must be a reason why you favor Andrew so much. Perhaps it has something to do with that person you've never been able to forget from years ago. Am I right?" Victoria replied coldly, "What are you trying to say?" Miles sighed deeply. "I'm not trying to say anything. I just think you've lived your whole life being too strong-willed and exhausted! In the Peck family, you don't respect anyone, and in Blumedale, you don't even give Governor McCormick or the Three Titans any time of the day. "In Gabo Creek province's martial arts world, you're notorious for being ruthless and feared by everyone! Yet, you think about that one person day and night, your heart and soul consumed by him. "As your son, I just want to ask if he was really that extraordinary? Is he really worth all that longing?" By the time he finished, Miles' voice was filled with resentment. He was clearly angry. Victoria was silent for a moment before letting out a sharp, bitter laugh.

Shortly after, Andrew made his way to the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce headquarters. Ryder was already waiting. The moment he saw Andrew, he rushed over and said, "Mr. Lloyd, my dad's planning to come after you!" Standing beside him, Rachel snapped, "Unless he has a death wish, Mason wouldn't dare!" Andrew calmly raised his hand. "No need for the dramatics. It was expected. Go on. What have you found out? Let's hear it." Ryder spoke quickly. "Mr. Byrne personally visited my father at the Ulrich residence. He asked my dad to set up a private meeting with you. Then, Mr. Byrne plans to make his move against you himself." A sharp glint flashed through Andrew's eyes. Marcelo again? The man just did not know when to quit. He ordered, "Rachel, get the car ready. Since they want to play games, I'll play a big one with them." Rachel trembled nervously. "Mr. Lloyd, are you planning to confront them directly?" A playful expression appeared in Andrew's eyes. "Of course, I'm no

With his other hand, Andrew reached behind the bar and pulled out a black handgun. Rachel gasped. "Mr. Lloyd, that's…" Andrew replied calmly, "Oldest trick in the book. Posing as a bartender while hiding a weapon. It's meant for sneak attacks, a standard setup in places crawling with organized crime. Pretty boring, honestly." He clicked his tongue and casually ejected the magazine. By now, the clubgoers had begun to notice the commotion. Not even the pounding music could drown out the tension as all eyes turned to Andrew, their faces filled with shock. The group of punks from earlier returned, this time led by a man in a black suit, striding over with menace in his eyes. "Let go of our guy and get the hell out of Onyx Serpent Bar! Or I swear, I don't care who you are—you won't leave in one piece!" The suited man radiated killing intent as he shouted his warning. Andrew glanced at him. "Are you the Onyx Dragon King?" The man's eye twitched as he barked, "Does it matter