Donovan continued, "They might not be in the Lloyd family, but they have always been the ones pushing the family toward greatness. Enough, stop crying. I've cleared the knot in your heart. Tonight, grab yourself a blanket and check on him." He continued, "He doesn't owe you anything. In fact, it's always been us, it's always been you, who owed him. I know you have mixed feelings about him, both love and hate. But you've both grown up now, and I'm getting old. "The Lloyd family dynasty needs to complete its transition soon. Because chaotic times are coming. So uniting with Andrew is our only way forward. "Oh, and one last thing. When that little rascal Andrew was sent to the organization, I asked him if he was willing to go. He said no, he didn't want to leave. But his father forced him to go, gave him no choice. "Andrew wasn't having it and demanded a reason. So, I told him that you were a girl and couldn't be sent out to suffer and face danger. I said he was the man of the ho

Philip stared at Luna until she felt chills run down her spine. Then, he finally said, "Yes, Andrew's codename in the organization was Shadow. Since you're so determined to know and you've been digging around relentlessly, ignoring all my warnings, I'll tell you everything tonight. "He had many codenames: Shadow, Lone Wolf, Zero Hour, The Silencer, and the one the Western underground knew best: Death. All of these were Andrew's former identities. He could be anyone, do anything, including executing a major general like you, all within the organization's authority." Luna's face grew progressively paler. Finally, she gritted her teeth and said, "So he's an executioner, a selfish coward who values his own life above others. A squad like Iron Cavalry was placed under his command, and in the end, only he crawled back alive like a dog, right? "He was the organization's golden boy, a candidate for future leadership with incredible power. He could dispose of military major generals at wi

Philip said grimly, "During his recovery surgery, Andrew's medical records showed that 30% of his body tissue had died. Strictly speaking, even for top-tier warriors who can completely regenerate their bodies, like martial gods, 10% tissue death means you're close to dying, 20% means certain death. "But he had an unbelievable 30% tissue death and somehow still had a pulse, making it back alive. However, he went straight into emergency care for six months before he regained consciousness. "In the end, he survived, and nobody knows why. Only Reginald seemed to understand, saying the kid survived on pure willpower, some inexplicable force he'd had since childhood." He continued, "But I'm not so easily fooled. Andrew's mother was a descendant of a mysterious ancient bloodline. Reginald's lawful wife always lived outside the reach of the world. Even today's darkest networks couldn't dig up a single trace of her. "If Andrew survived, it was likely because of her. But don't go digging

Andrew's expression remained unchanged. "No worries. If they want to cause trouble, let them. We'll just eat out. I'll take you somewhere good." Just then, Sheena walked in casually, her high ponytail swaying as she hummed a tune. As usual, a dozen or so Lloyd family members followed behind her like an entourage. A few of the younger guys glanced at Andrew with cold smirks, clearly responsible for the missing cafeteria food. Andrew remained unfazed and was about to walk past them when Sheena suddenly called out, "Stop right there." Andrew looked at her with a smile. "What now, Sheena? Got some advice for me? Just so you know, it's early morning, I haven't eaten, and I don't have the energy to fight." Sheena scoffed dismissively. "With those skinny arms and short legs of yours, I wouldn't bother picking on you. Over there, I had them save two meals for you guys. Go eat up so people don't say you brought a girlfriend home and couldn't even feed her properly, making the Lloyd fami

Andrew smiled. "Absolutely sure. Money's tight these days, so every dollar saved counts." The dealer grinned and finished all the paperwork before handing it to Andrew. "You know how to live within your means. I respect that… You're a solid guy who knows how to manage his finances. Take her for a spin; she'll run strong for another three to five years easily." With that, Andrew hit the gas and drove off in his newly acquired used Jetta. Truth be told, the Jetta was legendary, especially the AC. It worked better than most million-dollar luxury cars. Driving his used Jetta, Andrew leisurely merged onto the highway heading home. Suddenly, a Ferrari behind him started honking aggressively, gunning its engine, and tailgating him menacingly. Andrew ignored it completely and stayed in his lane, following the car ahead of him. The fast lane was right next to him, and he was not blocking traffic. There was even a Ford up ahead. So, the car behind him was either having issues or delibe