Andrew stopped Marcus from kneeling and said, "I helped you because you're my friend. This kind of gesture would change that relationship." Lauren chimed in with a smile. "Mr. Chapman, please get up. You're almost 20 years older than Dr. Lloyd—it wouldn't be right!" Marcus stood up awkwardly and said, "You're right, Ms. Rhodes. I apologize for being too impulsive." The three of them immediately headed to the Jayrodale Police Department in Andrew's G-Wagon. When Donald heard of Andrew's arrival, he hurried his heavy frame to greet them. He asked, "Mr. Lloyd, what brings you here today?" "Just wanted to thank you for your hospitality last time, Mr. Warren," Andrew replied with a grin. Donald was skeptical—someone as powerful as Andrew, who controlled half of Jayrodale, would not come just to thank a mere police commissioner. After a few minutes, the West End team arrived with four bound suspects wearing black hoods, who were pulled from a van. Andrew turned to Donald, as

Marcus hesitated. "Mr. Lloyd, Harvey isn't an ordinary man. He's in charge of the entire Weller family now, and going after him won't be easy!" Andrew smiled. "Let's head back to the company for now. We'll find out soon enough if it's really hard to deal with him." Donald chuckled. "Mr. Lloyd, allow me to escort you." Andrew waved him off. "No need, Mr. Warren. These fugitives are tied to serious cases—go claim your credit instead." Donald rubbed his hands together and grinned sheepishly. "Well, I feel bad about it! Next time you catch anyone like this, please send them my way. I'll owe you big time!" Andrew glanced at him but said nothing, heading back to Rhodes Corporation with the others. Donald stood there, looking puzzled, unsure if Andrew had agreed or not. After mulling it over, Donald slapped his forehead. He muttered, "I'm such an idiot! A man like Mr. Lloyd wouldn't just help me score points for no reason. I need to show my sincerity next time. Damn it, from now o

Just thinking about how Serena had dismissed him with such disdain earlier that day made Brad seethe with frustration. He thought she was ungrateful. After all, he had been nothing but genuine toward her, yet she still dared to fantasize about staying with Harvey. Brad was determined not to let that happen. Serena was going to be his, no matter what. It was not about love or promises; it was about his pride as a man and the thrill of conquest. Losing the fight for the family headship to Harvey had already been humiliating enough, but if he could not win Serena over, Brad figured he might as well crawl into a hole and die. Behind the bar, the bartender glanced at him while mixing a drink. "Mr. Brad, maybe you should ease up on the drinks—you've got business to handle later." "Shut the hell up!" Brad snapped, his voice slurred with irritation. "Who the hell do you think you are, telling me what to do?" The bartender flinched and backed off, deciding it was not worth arguing.

"Why are you running, Mr. Brad? Didn't you hear the police coming to arrest you?" asked the strikingly handsome man from the couple, a slight smile playing on his lips. Brad's eye twitched as he cautiously asked, "Who are you? How do you know who I am? And how do you know the police are here for me?" This time, it was the beautiful woman from the couple who answered. She said with a smirk, "Well, we're the ones who called the police. And Mr. Chapman is working with us to catch you, so of course, we know everything that's going on!" Brad's mind went blank as realization hit him, and he pointed at the couple while backing away. He stammered, "Y-You're Lauren Rhodes, the heiress of the Rhodes family. And y-you're Andrew Lloyd, the one who beat up our family's elder!" The pretend couple was indeed Andrew and Lauren. Lauren was dressed in trendy club wear with striking makeup, looking every bit the queen of the night scene. Meanwhile, Andrew was sporting a tailored suit with slicked

Andrew apologized profusely, "I'm so sorry, truly sorry. Now that I know you dislike any mention of Mr. Aicker, I absolutely won't mention Mr. Aicker again. My clumsy tongue betrayed me by mentioning Mr. Aicker twice more—I deserve death for this transgression. Please forgive me, Mr. Eslinger." Bane's face was not just dark anymore—it had turned ashen. He slammed his hand on the desk and pointed at Andrew, shouting, "I see what you're doing! You're apologizing, but is that really an apology? You mentioned Cedric three more times—it's infuriating!" Andrew shrugged at the enraged Bane and said, "You're right, I am deliberately mentioning him. If you don't want to hear it, you don't have to listen, but I'll say what I want—that's my right." Bane sneered, "I heard from Mr. Rhodes that you were quite the troublemaker, but I didn't expect such insolence even in my presence. You clearly don't understand how terrifying people from the Advanced Medical Institute can be." Andrew did not