If Andrew really slept with Natasha, things would change completely. She was the most unique woman around him. If he said he had no feelings for her, that was not true, yet if he claimed it was love, it was not exactly that either. Later, Andrew got busier and became entangled with Chantelle, Rowan, and others. New women entered his life one after another. Yet Natasha, who had been with him from the start, never had a place by his side. Maybe it was his way of avoiding responsibility, but he had always ignored what he owed Natasha. Seeing her now, returning so humbly to the Vostokoff family, filled him with regret and self-blame. "Natasha, if you want to return to the Vostokoff family, I'll help you," Andrew said softly. He continued, "I'm sorry, I haven't been good enough during this time. I ignored the fact that you're actually a woman with a soft heart deep down. You also have your own vulnerabilities, fears, and needs." Andrew grabbed her hand, and under Natasha's incr

Seeing Natasha looking so alluring and lustful, Andrew wondered if Natasha was another version of Aspen. After all, Chantelle had some of Aspen's tendencies too, enjoying being dominated. However, her symptoms were not as severe as Aspen's condition. Nonetheless, it was not the time to explore such matters. He obediently undressed and went to rinse off. Later, Andrew walked out of the bathroom while drying the water droplets from his hair with a towel. When he looked up, he froze. Natasha was already sprawled across the bed, her eyes seductive and waiting for him. She bit her red lips and urged him coquettishly. "Darling, I can't wait any longer. Can you hurry up?" Andrew felt his blood gradually heating up throughout his body. He took several quick steps to the window and pulled the curtains wide open. Then, he dropped his towel and pounced onto the bed. Natasha knew what to do and automatically spread her legs to welcome him. And so, an intense battle began. It turned o

Margaret had already heard Natasha was back, so she expected Jim to drag her in soon. However, instead of Natasha being captured, what came through the hall was Jim himself, dragged across the floor like a rag doll. Margaret's face twisted with fury as she shot up from her seat at the far end of the hall. "Who the hell are you? Who gave you the nerve to lay a hand on my Langley family's men?" Andrew said flatly, "Who I am doesn't matter. I came to tell you that from now on, Natasha has nothing to do with the Langley family. And her family has no ties with you either." Margaret's voice thundered, "You insolent brat! How dare you meddle in our family's affairs?! Are you courting death? I see now… Natasha dragged you here to stand up for her, didn't she? Fine, if you want to play her hero, then I'll make sure neither of you gets what you want. This bitch will never escape the Langley family's grasp… not in this lifetime!" Andrew frowned and flung Jim onto the ground. "What, do

Andrew eventually mentioned it was time for them to leave. Patrick and Sofia both tried to persuade him to stay a few more days, since they wanted to get to know their impressive future son-in-law better. However, Chantelle stepped in thoughtfully and said, "Dad, Mom, Andrew has important matters to handle. Don't make it harder for him. We'll come back when we have more time." Though disappointed, Patrick and Sofia could only nod in understanding. … Meanwhile, over at the Langley residence, not a single person dared to sleep that night. Margaret writhed in constant pain, moaning nonstop because she could not lie down without feeling like her entire body was being torn apart. Yet when doctors were called to examine her, they found no visible injuries at all. Benjamin rushed home from the hospital and nearly fainted when he saw Jim's battered state. "Uncle Jim, what happened? That Andrew guy… I-Is he really that strong?" Jim, still nursing his wounds, slapped him across

"Yes, that man is called Andrew Lloyd, and he said he's from Gabo Creek Province. Please, Mr. Grant, report this to Mr. Knowles Senior and ask him to stand up for us!" Jim bowed at that moment, sincerely making his request. He still thought Scott was just confirming Andrew's situation for him. But the next second, Jim felt a stinging pain across his cheek, like he had just been slapped brutally. "Huh?" He clutched his face in shock, realizing he truly had been slapped. The one who struck him was not anyone else; it was Scott. "What the hell? Why did you hit me?" Jim was stunned. Benjamin was also confused. Scott unleashed a torrent of angry curses. "Get out! Get the hell out of here right now while Mr. Knowles Senior doesn't know about this yet. Otherwise, you'll both die. Damn it, of all the things you could do, you actually went and provoked Andrew. And worse, you want to drag the Knowles family into it? You people deserve to die! You're vile to the core!" His furious