Chapter 1000

Harvey looked both shaken and uncertain. “Andrew, you’re really not here to save the Steverus family?”

Andrew replied casually, “Not in the mood. Just don’t get in my way. Whatever else you people want to do, knock yourselves out.”

Harvey instantly relaxed. Then, he grabbed Leroy by the collar and resumed the beating with even more enthusiasm.

Not satisfied, he nodded at one of the Weller family’s goons who immediately turned and slapped Irene across the face without hesitation.

Irene shrieked in pain, “What the hell are you doing? Hitting a woman now? Harvey, you bastard! Are you even human?”

Her screams fell on deaf ears as slap after slap rang out. Her head spun, her face swelled, and she broke into uncontrollable sobs.

“Christie! Beg Andrew–ask him to help us! Please!” Irene cried out in desperation, her pride now shattered. Christina clenched her jaw, trembling with fury. Even so, she could not bring herself to lower her head and beg Andrew–not after what had just happened.

She had assumed he showed up as some twisted attempt to impress her. Turned out, he had not even planned to get involved and that mistake had now cost her family dearly.

Andrew leaned against his car, arms crossed, with an amused look on his face. He thought Christina’s furious yet helpless expression was almost entertaining.

This foolish woman had done nothing but dig her own grave, one step at a time.

“You’re a damn bastard, Andrew,” Christina finally snapped. Her eyes were red, tears threatening to fall as she shouted, “Even if you hate me–even if you can’t stand me… Are you seriously okay watching my mom and brother get brutalized? Are you really that heartless?”

Andrew let out a sarcastic laugh. “So now you’re blaming me? Ms. Stevens, you were just proudly declaring how your family didn’t need me. And now you want to cry about me not helping?”

Christina was so angry she was practically speechless.

She glared at Andrew, her voice trembling with rage. “So it amuses you, doesn’t it? Watching us get stomped on?”

Andrew shrugged. “Honestly? Not really. Because I couldn’t care less about you anymore, I feel nothing. Whether the Stevens family rises like royalty or gets stepped on like ants–it has nothing to do with me.”

Irene’s screams grew louder and more pitiful. The Weller family thugs showed no mercy.

Harvey was not holding back–he deeply resented the Stevens family and wanted this beating to look good for Quinton’s big hero entrance.

“That’s enough, Harvey. If you keep going, you’re going to kill someone,” Francesca called out sharply as she stepped out of the car.

She did not like Christina one bit, but even she could not stand by while things went this far.

Harvey sneered. “Francesca, stay out of this. It has nothing to do with you.”

Andrew’s eyes narrowed. “Wanna try saying that again?”

Chapter 1000

Harvey’s smirk vanished instantly. His face stiffened, and he quickly waved for his people to stop.

“That’s enough. Back off,” he ordered.

Harvey knew better than to push Andrew’s limits.

Christina rushed over and knelt by her mother and brother to check their injuries. Irene’s face was swollen and bruised, but she was conscious. Leroy, on the other hand, was unconscious, covered in blood, and barely breathing. Francesca said indifferently, “You’d better call an ambulance. Your brother’s lost a lot of blood–he needs to be hospitalized immediately.”

Irene glared at her, seething. “Francesca, Andrew… You both could’ve stopped this. Why wait until now? You just stood there and watched my son almost get beaten to death. Does your conscience not hurt?”

She acted like Leroy’s injuries were their fault.

Francesca’s tone did not budge. “Why would we interfere in your family’s mess? Your lives or deaths have nothing to do with us. And if you wanted Andrew’s help, maybe you and your darling Christina should’ve learned how to ask for it.”

Irene trembled with rage, her eyes nearly bulging. “Y–You–ugh! Why is it always Leroy who ends up like this?” She broke down and clutched Leroy’s battered body, sobbing uncontrollably. Finally–Quinton arrived, with Shawn close behind.

“Harvey! What the hell is going on with your Weller family?”

Quinton stepped out of the car, straightened his suit like he was walking onto a runway, and shouted with righteous anger.

“Ms. Stevens is mine now! How dare you lay a hand on the Stevens family–what, do you think I won’t wipe the Wellers off the damn map?”