Hank's eyes locked onto Emily, his gaze sharp, but the question was aimed at Theo. "Theo, I'm asking you. Did you do all this just to please that cheap slut from the Keller family?" Barely breathing, Theo rasped, "That slut… I haven't… even touched her!" He coughed before adding, "Mr. Armstrong, i-if you want to have her… be my guest. I promise she's still… tight." Hank let out a booming laugh and strode toward Emily. Emily gritted her teeth, her voice dripping with hatred. "Theo, I can't believe you're that kind of man. Didn't you say you'd do anything for me? You worthless piece of trash! I'll never forgive you!" Theo roared, "Emily, screw you! You really think you're some princess I'd die for? I only did all this because I wanted to sleep with you, to take you hard and enjoy that warm body of yours. But now I don't need it, because you almost got me killed. That filthy hole of yours can be ruined by Mr. Armstrong for all I care!" Beaten within an inch of his life by H

Even someone like Emily, a daughter from a prestigious family, was not spared from this nightmare. Hank remained completely unfazed and sneered. "You want me to let her go just because you said so? Andrew, take a good look at yourself. Who the hell do you think you are?" His face darkened with rage as he growled, "If you don't want to die, then get the hell out of here while you still can! I'll tell you straight: I wanted to kill you the first time we met back in Blumedale. "You're just a damn nobody who thinks a bit of talent gives you the right to go up against me, an elite agent trained by Special Ops? Andrew, you must be out of your damn mind." Chantelle snapped, her voice sharp, "Oh, so you remember you're Special Ops now, Hank? Then act like it. Let her go right now, or I won't hold back. What you're doing already counts as attempted rape and aggravated assault. "You're looking at serious prison time. And by the way, Cole Nielsen's in our custody. He's spilled plenty,

The parasite poison killer, Cole, had finally been captured. That meant Chantelle's mission was officially complete. With Hank also taken down, Andrew had fulfilled his promise to George. Hence, it was time to head back to Blumedale. Eric glanced at Andrew. "You seem like you're getting stronger every single day..." His voice sounded uncertain. Andrew smiled, "Aren't you getting stronger every day, too? Then again, judging by your expression, you're not. Well, Eric, that's pretty pathetic. We should always improve ourselves. Otherwise, you're just a waste of space." He patted Eric's shoulder, ignoring how sour the guy's expression turned. Then, he added meaningfully, "You've got a long way to go." With that, he grabbed Hank by the hair and strode off without another word. Eric stood frozen, face dark as storm clouds. Chantelle passed him and said, "Mr. Humphrey, don't take it to heart. Andrew's just like that sometimes. He gets under your skin and doesn't apologize f

Right as the cigarette ash dropped, Zeke tried to spin around and run. However, his movement was stiff and clumsy. It was clear the guy was out of shape and had not worked out in years. Andrew let out a cold chuckle and flicked a golden needle from his fingers. Zeke let out a blood-curdling scream as the needle struck his heel, like his tendon had been sliced clean through. He crumpled to the ground, writhing in pain, unable to get back up. Andrew walked over and stomped his foot onto Zeke's face. He leaned down with a chilling smile. "Big Z, huh? The great king of Verhampton Valley? Doesn't seem like you're much of anything to me." Zeke roared in humiliation. "Get your damn foot off me, you hear me? I'm backed by the Driscoll family in Blumedale! You know who they are? They're one of the Three Titans of Gabo Creek. They could crush you without lifting a finger!" A cracking sound echoed. Andrew pressed down harder, grinding Zeke's head halfway into the dirt. "Oh, the Dri

Logan clenched his fists and said with conviction, "I knew it. Andrew would never let Dad down. Our family owes him more than we can ever repay." Freya bit her lip, and a faint blush crept up her cheeks. She suddenly remembered the time she offered herself to Andrew as a thank-you, back when she begged him for help. The memories of every little moment since she met him rushed through her mind, flooding her thoughts. She lowered her head and murmured so softly it was barely audible, "Maybe… being his woman wouldn't be so bad. At least, he's someone I can feel safe with. Someone I could actually rely on. But how do I get him to like me? The more I think about it, the more it seems like the only way to really connect… is by sleeping with him…" Among the Keller sisters, Andrew could have chosen any of them. But now, it was clear that Emily and Hannah did not catch his eye at all. Only Freya still had a decent rapport with him. If she could end up with Andrew, it would be a win for