Sherilyn's eyes gleamed with malice. "You're right. We have to find a way to sabotage this marriage!" Kenny was about to say something when a housekeeper rushed in. "Sir, Phantom Eye's men are here to see you!" Kenny froze for a moment before his face lit up with joy. "Bring them in! Could it be that he's already brought Michael back to Blumedale?" Sherilyn's face broke into an exaggerated grin, deepening the folds around her mouth. "See, Dad? I told you not to stress so much! Michael's safe and sound now. Phantom Eye is a top-tier fighter on the Underworld Index. Taking down some low-level thug should've been child's play for him!" The father and daughter reassured each other, beaming with confidence. However, the moment Phantom Eye's two men stumbled into the room, their faces were pale, and their legs wobbled like jelly. They collapsed to their knees, gasping for breath. "Sir! Something—something terrible has happened!" Kenny's smile froze, and his expression darkened as

Natasha, the sultry, shameless widow, was practically on fire, clinging to Andrew like an octopus. She leaned in close, blowing warm breaths against his ear in a voice so sweet and seductive it could take a man's life. Andrew spun around and caught her wandering hand, smirking. "I can't let you take control of a man's most vulnerable spot!" Natasha's cheeks flushed as she tilted her chin up, teasing, "I won't use my hands. How about my mouth?" Andrew nearly choked on his own breath—he had not expected her to be this bold. He quickly surrendered. "Alright, tonight's not a good time. I gave you my word, and I won't go back on it, but another day, okay?" Natasha's eyes sparkled mischievously, a hint of playful desperation in them. "Sure! Another day! I pick today!" Andrew stared at her, speechless. Clearly, her reading comprehension skills were top-tier. "When I say another day, I mean another time." Natasha insisted, "That won't do! There's no time like the present—let's make

Tiana sneered. "You need to understand something. You're still young, and the love you speak of is small, insignificant, and ultimately meaningless. When you're faced with overwhelming power and forces beyond your control, you'll realize that Andrew is nothing more than a speck of dust in the vast tide of the world. "Your future isn't meant to revolve around him—it's the stage the Driscoll family has built for you. Your place is in Blumedale and eventually, all of southern Holtrien." Lauren lifted her delicate face, her long hair partially covering her stubborn, defiant eyes. "So, in your world, miracles don't exist anymore, and genuine love means nothing, right? "Just like when you were young, forced to marry Dad and join the Rhodes family against your will. You never really loved him, did you? There was someone else in your heart. But because of your family pressure, you had no choice. "And now, you want to repeat the same tragedy with your own daughter. Is that it, Tiana?"

Jameson explained, "The reason I support Lauren being with Andrew, even though I've never met him, is because I believe he has potential." Tiana let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "Potential? Are you serious? Do you know how many powerful, well-bred men from Blumedale have lined up to court our daughter? Every single one of them comes from a prestigious family with an outstanding background. "I'll admit, Andrew has repeatedly surprised me, forcing me to reevaluate him. But no matter how capable he is, a wise one should always achieve more. The truth is, Andrew's ceiling is still just this tiny town of Jayrodale. "The Rhodes family has already secured its foothold in Blumedale. At the very least, Lauren's future should be there too. So tell me, how can Andrew possibly compare to the heirs of Blumedale's elite families? How could he ever compete with someone like Joe, a true once-in-a-generation prodigy?" Jameson's face darkened slightly. "What's wrong with coming from a small place

Andrew chuckled and said, "The beginning doesn't matter—what matters is the outcome. And look at you, Fran, every night, you end up sleeping in my big, comfy bed, sound asleep!" Francesca pouted, reluctant to admit it, but still mumbled, "Well, that's actually true. I've been sleeping pretty well these days." Andrew smirked to himself. Of course, she was sleeping well—every night, she fell asleep completely satisfied, both in body and mind! Unlike him, who, despite being in top shape, still felt sore every now and then after their long and intense nights together. … After breakfast, Francesca left for work as usual at Jayrodale General Hospital. Now that she was living in Andrew's hilltop estate, she had also brought her BMW sports car up. Since Andrew was not always available to drive her, it was more convenient for her to take her own car. "Drive safe." Andrew pinched her soft, round cheek as he reminded her. Francesca leaned out of the car window and huffed, "Jerk, w