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Horse Number Two was indeed leading, maintaining its pace well past the halfway point and showing no signs of tiredness. Meanwhile, Andrew's Number Four stayed close behind but remained trailing by a good meter's length. "There's no point watching any longer—the winner is clear!" Harvey turned to Mark with a smile. "Mr. Thatcher has led us to victory, truly showing the spirit of a leader!" Bernard exclaimed admiringly. Mark felt deeply satisfied as his fortunes turned around. He smiled smugly at Andrew and asked, "Well, what do you say now?" Andrew shifted his gaze from the track and replied calmly, "You're right. The winner is clear." Mark laughed heartily. "It's great that you know when to admit defeat. There's hope for you yet!" However, Andrew shook his head and said, "I think there's a misunderstanding, Mr. Thatcher. I meant our victory and Number Two's defeat." Before Mark could respond, Bernard shouted in disbelief, "How is Number Four moving so fast?" Mark's hea
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Andrew remained calm, explaining, "Since you're curious, let me break it down for you in simpler terms. For the first race, everyone underestimated the mixed-breed horse because of its lower charging speed than purebreds. Any casual racing fan would know that. However, Mr. Thatcher might have overlooked that while mixed breeds lack explosive power, they excel in endurance, which is their key advantage." He waved his hand, gesturing toward the racetrack as he continued, "This club's track is nearly 50 meters longer than standard tracks. That extra distance allowed the mixed breed to showcase its superior stamina, ultimately overtaking the faster but less enduring horses, which decided the race." Mark contemplated this before asking, "I see. What about the second race?" Andrew replied, "That was even more straightforward. Your chosen horse had a hidden injury in its left front hoof, causing it to stumble and fall off the track." Harvey scoffed. "That sounds like cheating. How
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A chubby tycoon laughed and exclaimed, "I get it now! It's just like with men and women—even the most powerful man can be brought to his knees by a woman's charm!" Another man chimed in. "Exactly! As they say, between a woman's legs lies the path to paradise—apparently, the same applies to horses!" Their remarks left Christina, Lauren, and the other women blushing. The rest of the crowd exchanged awkward glances. The comparison made sense, but it felt a bit off somehow. After a brief pause, Mark sighed and said, "Alright, I accept this defeat completely. Andrew Lloyd of Jayrodale General Hospital. I'll remember you. You're truly a remarkable young man!" Andrew's expression remained unchanged despite Mark's high praise, while Bernard and Harvey could not hide their displeasure. Harvey, especially, was glaring at Andrew. He could not stand how this guy, wherever he went, seemed to steal all the attention. This kind of praise was supposed to be his alone, not for a nobody like
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Dexter sneered at Andrew. "You've got some nerve. Just because you won a few races and caught Mr. Thatcher's attention, you think you can make up stories about his health to get him to depend on you?" Harvey added with a smirk, "That's pretty low, Andrew. Trying to climb the social ladder by tricking Mr. Thatcher is honestly quite naive." "I'd explain it to you, but honestly, with you, the lights are on, but nobody's home," Andrew replied calmly. "Is he insulting us with some fancy words?" Dexter asked Harvey in confusion. "What's that supposed to mean?" Harvey scoffed. "Just meaningless rambling. Let's go!" As Dexter passed Andrew, he strutted arrogantly and said, "Hey, freeloader, I do have my lights on, thank you very much! My electricity bill is proof!" "Dexter, let's go!" Harvey called out, red-faced with embarrassment. Having such an uncultured sidekick was truly embarrassing. Lauren stifled a laugh. "Dr. Lloyd, you should know that while Dexter's family is wealthy
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"But if you can't cure my condition, I'll make sure you regret it!" Francesca threatened. Andrew nodded, looking serious. "Indeed, we must cure your condition. If you keep that fiery attitude and let your hormones stay out of balance without any outlet, you'll just snap at everyone at sight." "You bastard! I'll kill you!" Francesca exploded with embarrassment and rage. Just then, a group of flashily dressed young people approached, surrounding a skinny guy. He greeted, "Ms. Rhodes, Ms. Aicker, what a pleasure!" His eyes wandered inappropriately over Lauren and Francesca as he spoke. "Juan, take your men and get lost," Francesca said with disgust. Juan Madden gave a sleazy grin. "Still hot-tempered as ever, Ms. Aicker. How about I help you cool down?" Francesca swung at him in anger, but he dodged easily, licking his lips with a perverted smile. "Feisty… I like that!" Lauren was furious and warned, "Juan, don't think you can act like trash just because your father runs
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Francesca exploded with anger. "Juan, what did Andrew ever do to you? Besides hiding behind your father's reputation, bullying seems the only thing you're good at!" Juan flashed a smug grin. "I just can't stand that guy. What makes him so special that all the girls fawn over him? What does he have that I don't?" Lauren let out a cold laugh. "You're not even in the same league as him!" "Everyone's talking about how Ms. Rhodes has fallen for some pretty boy. I didn't believe it at first, but now it's pretty obvious. Given how head over heels you are, you must've done everything in the books with him." Juan spoke as he looked Lauren up and down with a shameless grin. While he would not dare mess with the Rhodes family, he figured he could easily handle some guy who was just living off others. Lauren's face flushed with anger and shame at his crude remarks. Before she could react, Andrew stepped forward. "Ms. Rhodes, let me handle this." Francesca quickly warned, "Andrew, d
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With a sickening crunch, Juan's nose broke, spraying blood everywhere. At first, he stared in disbelief as blood streamed down his face. However, Juan's shock quickly turned to fury. "You actually hit me? I'll make you—" Before he could even finish his threat, Andrew slapped him hard across the face over and over again. Just like that, Juan's threats transformed into agonized screams. Juan's gang members finally snapped out of it and charged toward Andrew, shouting to get revenge for him. "What the hell! He actually hit Mr. Madden! Get him!" "Take him down!" Andrew grabbed Juan's hair, exposing his bloodied face, and swept a cold gaze across the approaching gang. "One more move and I'll make sure this dog right here is down for good," he stated calmly. The gang members stumbled to a halt, their confidence shattered. Having gotten used to following Juan's bullying ways, they had never encountered someone as formidable as Andrew, and fear paralyzed them. "Apologize
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Francesca finally snapped out of her shock from witnessing Juan's brutal defeat, her face filled with fear. She stuttered, "Y-You actually beat up Juan so mercilessly? Do you have any idea what—" Andrew cut her off with a bored expression. "You're going to say I'm in big trouble, right?" "Isn't that obvious?" Francesca exploded. "Don't you know who Juan's father is—" Andrew interrupted again, "Of course I know. He just told us—his dad is some East Side Tony, supposedly a big deal or whatever." "Then why would you attack him?" Francesca demanded. Andrew's face darkened. "He was spouting filthy insults and harassing Ms. Rhodes. Should I have applauded him instead? Besides, I've dealt with Dylan's people before, so what's one more from East Side?" Francesca turned to Lauren in desperation. "Lauren, this is serious trouble. This could bring Tony himself into it!" "This is just a little scuffle between us young folks. If Tony gets involved, I won't let Dr. Lloyd face this alon
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"He's my sworn brother, then standing up for him—no matter the cost—is only right," Logan said firmly. Elon's face instantly darkened, and deep inside, a gnawing jealousy bubbled up. Despite being the most low-key of the Five Apex Families' younger generation, Logan was arguably the most terrifying. He was about to take over the Keller family, a rising powerhouse. The Haywoods had Xavier—young, sharp, and fierce in combat. The Wrights had Quinton—manipulative, cunning, and notorious for his ruthlessness. But Elon? He was… just Elon. He was overweight, lacked presence, and had just been publicly humiliated when word spread that his wife had cheated on him. His reputation was already slipping, and now he had become the joke of Blumedale's elite circle. Still, no matter how pathetic things seemed, Elon believed he was far better than the man Andrew was. In his eyes, they were not even in the same league. So, it burned him even more to see Logan—someone he had always tried to i
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"Logan, don't you know Andrew killed my younger brother?" Xavier shouted furiously. It was understandable for Luna to speak up. After all, the Phelans owed Andrew a small favor—but now even the Keller family was interfering. If this continued, Andrew would not just remain unharmed; he would likely rise to prominence in Blumedale. Andrew's rise would be a direct slap in the face to the Haywoods, humiliating them beyond redemption. Roy spoke grimly, "Logan, you're set to lead the Keller family. You should know better than to blur right and wrong. Andrew repeatedly humiliated the Haywoods and even murdered Seth. Do you expect us to swallow such a huge insult?" Logan replied calmly, "Mr. Haywood Senior, you know exactly why things turned out this way. I hate to say it, but Seth brought his death upon himself. Andrew may be impulsive, but he's done nothing wrong in my eyes." "I'll say this only once: if the Haywoods continue their vendetta against him, the Keller family won't stan
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Xavier said, "Uncle Jude, you're in charge of internal discipline. My request is simple—either throw those losers out of the Haywoods and make them manage some backwater branch, or I'll kill them myself. And I doubt anyone in the family would object." Jude's eyelids twitched violently as he cursed the brats under his breath. Out loud, though, he nodded quickly and replied, "Don't worry, Xavier. I'll make sure they're kicked out of the family for good. They won't even get close to the front gate again." Xavier snorted and walked off, leaving Jude staring at his back, shaking his head. Jude muttered to himself, "Xavier… you really are the pride of the Haywoods. But you're spoiled by your status. With your father as the family head and all the elders favoring you, you've always kept the other branches under your heel. "That's understandable since you're the future heir and our strongest fighter among the younger generations. But the fact remains—you made a public promise and faile
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Tiana had already been urging Andrew to make a trip to the Rhodes residence. With his current matters finally settled, Andrew made his way there. … Meanwhile, back at the Haywood residence, the funeral was underway. The place was shrouded in white—the last rites for Seth. It should have been a major event, but the atmosphere among the Haywoods was lifeless. No one looked remotely interested, and many of the younger members were outright slacking off, hiding in corners, smoking, drinking, and chatting. Someone whispered, "Xavier's the eldest son of the Haywoods and a damn colonel in the military, yet he couldn't even bring back Andrew's head? What a letdown." Another chimed in, "No kidding. Seth got taken out like that, which is a direct slap to the Haywoods' face." "Honestly, I've never seen our family this humiliated. Xavier even said he'd kill Andrew within three days or take his own life. Big talk for someone who came back empty-handed…" After just a few gulps of alco
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Aspen and Chantelle both gasped in disbelief. They could not believe that Andrew had just toyed with Luna like she was some puppy. He offered her a treat, dangled it right in front of her face, and then yanked it back when she reached for it. Anyone with an ounce of pride would have snapped—and Luna Phelan was not just anyone. "Playing games on a razor's edge… Andrew, I'll be watching," Luna said coldly. "I'll watch how you destroy yourself." Her expression turned colder than it had been even when confronting Xavier.With one sharp step, she kicked up a gust of wind and vanished into the air. It was a clear sign that she was not just leaving, she was unleashing her fury. "That footwork was terrifying," Chantelle muttered. Even Aspen looked shaken. "Keep acting like this, Andrew, and someone's gonna hack you into pieces one day!" Chantelle snapped. After one last angry glare, she stormed off too. Aspen did not have quite the same fire in her. This demon of a man was hear
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Luna turned around, clearly reluctant to even look at Andrew, and said flatly, "I can save you once, maybe even twice—but not a third time. To be precise, the only reason I stepped in at all was because you've done favors for the Phelans… and for Marvin. "But next time? Your life or death will have nothing to do with me. So, here's my advice—tone it down. This is Blumedale, not Jayrodale. You could show off back there, and no one cared, but here? Power and politics clash every second. Dying young might be the only fate you're headed for." Andrew frowned. "Luna, are you sick or something? Did I ask you to save me?" That one line did not just offend Luna—it also lit a fire in Chantelle. "Andrew, what the hell is wrong with you? General Phelan just saved your damn life. You didn't even say thank you, and now you're blaming her? Are you even a man?" She was speechless, thinking the guy was seriously unbelievable. Andrew shot her a cold glare. "Shut your mouth. No one asked for
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Yet, of all the fearless, reckless men they had encountered, neither Aspen nor Chantelle had ever seen anyone as stubbornly arrogant as Andrew. Both women were completely stunned, wondering where he even got the guts to say things like that. In this world, commoners fear officials—but officials? They fear the men with guns—the military. However, here was Andrew, treating a colonel like Xavier as if he were worthless weeds. It was utter madness—like a sparrow challenging an eagle, a lamb taunting a wolf. It was sheer recklessness bordering on suicide. With a thunderous swoosh, Xavier's massive broadsword came crashing down with enough force to split boulders and level trees. Just the murderous pressure from that swing made Chantelle's face go pale. She was starting to doubt if she could even stand up to Xavier herself. After all, Andrew looked like he was about to be torn in half by that blade. What infuriated her even more was that, at the height of danger, Andrew just st
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"Colonel Haywood, you know full well that with your rank and position, you can't just go around killing people on a whim," Chantelle warned coldly. She added, "Besides, your friend Andarov used banned weaponry on Holtrien soil, which is a serious offense. You can be sure Mr. McCormick won't just let that slide." Left with no other option, Chantelle had to drop Derek's name to try to rein Xavier in. However, Xavier was not intimidated at all. His voice dripped with venom as he said, "Ms. Garcia, I respect Mr. McCormick—he governs this province, and I'll give him that. But do you think the Haywoods' name should be trampled like dirt? Especially by some no-name punk who doesn't know his place? "I'll chop him into pieces, and if I have to, I'll apologize to Mr. McCormick myself. But with the military accolades I've earned, the Haywood family's backing, and my deep ties in the defense department, killing this bug wouldn't even cause a blip on the radar." Chantelle's stomach twiste
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Chantelle sneered, "All in all, you're just an ordinary man, a slave to your desires with a pathetically mediocre mind." She had finally caught an opening to hit Andrew where it hurt, and she was not about to waste it. Andrew chuckled. "Ms. Garcia, you really do live up to your title as a master of psychology. You got most of it right. But you still missed one tiny detail—like the fact that, right now, I've got a very clear image of your naked body in my mind." The bluntness of that line stunned Chantelle, and her expression twisted in outrage. She snapped, "Andrew! That was in the past—how dare you bring it up like it's nothing? Aren't you worried I'll kill you?" The usually cold woman was genuinely furious now. Andrew shrugged lazily. "I'm sitting right here, wounded and unarmed. Go ahead, kill me. But even if you did, you still wouldn't erase the fact that you once stripped bare in front of me." Chantelle raised her hand in fury but forced herself to lower it again with
