Hank's constant mockery was really starting to get on Francesca's nerves. Nonetheless, she still held back and did her best to explain. "Chief Armstrong, we've already explained this. This is the Grand Physician of Gabo Creek. He's here for the same reason you are, which is to help these patients." Malcolm had warned her that Hank came from a higher-level special unit. Hence, she should not offend him. Still, she could not stand that smug, condescending attitude. It was like everyone else in the room was beneath him. Hank casually adjusted his white gloves, taking his time as he shook his head. He said, "I was trying to be nice and save your lives. A so-called 'Grand Physician' who doesn't know his limits, meddling with things way beyond his capabilities? Tell me, is that not a death wish? "I've said my piece. So, whether you listen or not, I won't say anything more!" With that, he glanced at Andrew and actually laughed out loud with contempt. Francesca's face changed, and

Everyone else was stunned, and honestly, so was Andrew. As Chantelle dragged him along, he gave her a wry smile. "What's this? You mad or something? Announcing our relationship in front of everyone like that? That's not really your style." Chantelle scoffed. "Hank's stare made my skin crawl." Andrew blinked. "So, you used me as a shield?" Chantelle gritted her teeth. "I wasn't using you as a shield. I meant it. I want to stay over at your place tonight." Andrew frowned. "Didn't we just do it last night? You're kind of on a streak lately." Chantelle nearly choked on her own breath. Her face flushed red with fury and embarrassment. "Andrew, are you even a man? How could you say that? Fine! Let's say I am insatiable. Just answer me straight—are you in or not?" Andrew did not hesitate for even a second. "I'm definitely in." If he even paused for a moment on an offer like that, he deserved to get struck by lightning. Chantelle said, "I'm leaving now. By the way, don't eve

Andrew was livid. That night, no one at Serenity Villa slept. In fact, many of the top figures from the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce rushed over immediately. Lauren had already arranged for them to wait in the guest lounge on the villa's lower level. One by one, they sat stiffly, as if on pins and needles. An attempt on Andrew's life? To them, that was like the sky falling. Someone from the chamber spoke up hesitantly, "Mr. Irving Senior, Madam Gardner, you're both close to Mr. Lloyd. Maybe you should go upstairs and ask what's going on?" Duncan's face was grim as he responded firmly, "My suggestion is that at this critical moment, it's best not to go looking for trouble! Mr. Lloyd is currently angry, and whoever goes to run their mouth will definitely regret it!" Rachel's face was pale, her voice bitter with anger. "I agree. Whoever did this needs to be found fast. Attacking Mr. Lloyd is a declaration of war." Andrew suddenly entered with an ice-cold All 30-plus cha

"Andy, what the hell are you doing?" Ronald's voice cracked with fury as he felt the cold, hard muzzle of the gun press against his forehead. Andrew smiled like it was no big deal. "What am I doing? Are your eyes failing you? I'm about to find out exactly who made the move." Ronald roared, completely losing it. "Andrew, you're really pulling this stunt? What if I just don't tell you? You seriously think you'll pull the damn trigger?" Andrew calmly released the safety. "You can test me if you want." Beads of cold sweat rolled down Ronald's forehead. He could not tell from Andrew's gaze whether the man would actually shoot. Nonetheless, even with his formidable strength, his brains would still be blown out. "Fine! I'll talk! Damn it, I'll talk! But Andrew, I won't ever forget this humiliation!" Andrew simply smiled, holding the gun tightly. Ronald spat, "The one who planted the explosives is hiding in Gutter's Maw right now. You don't need me to spell out the exact spot be

Andrew followed up the slaps by yanking Gilbert's hair with brute force. Gilbert let out a pained howl, like his scalp was about to be ripped clean off. Andrew growled, "You idiot. If I had the balls to hunt you down, do you really think I'd be scared of the coward hiding behind you? This is your last chance. Tell me who ordered you to do it." His voice dropped into a bone-chilling cold. Gilbert's head was forced back, his face twisted in pain. He snarled, "You can beat me to death and I still won't talk. Andrew, you're dead. The person behind me will rip you apart—" Before he could even finish his threat, he let out a piercing scream. Dylan and Natasha felt their scalps tingle when they saw Andrew begin his interrogation. Two gold needles had been driven deep into Gilbert's fingers, straight through the nerve endings. Fingers were one of the body's most sensitive parts, and those thin needles went all the way in. Even imagining it gave them goosebumps. Gilbert pant