Chantelle sneered, “All in all, you’re just an ordinary man, 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 a trembling breath. “Shut your damn mouth!”

Andrew let out a low laugh. This ruthless woman had never liked him–she was either mocking or criticizing, always finding faults.

Well, he was not planning to take that lying down–he would bite back.

Aspen stood frozen, wide-eyed at the verbal battle unfolding between them.

Wait–Andrew had seen Chantelle naked?

Chantelle was the secretary to the state governor, spokesperson for the Blumedale government, and hands down the most powerful woman Aspen had ever crossed paths with.

Yet, even she had fallen into Andrew’s clutches?

She glanced at Andrew–who looked annoyingly calm–and felt a fresh wave of frustration and confusion rise in her chest.

Was this man seriously planning to seduce every beautiful woman he met?

How did he even manage?

Suddenly, a furious voice roared from the front gates.

“Andrew, get out here! I, Xavier Haywood, am taking your damn head today!”

Xavier, the eldest son of the Haywoods, stormed up to Serenity Villa in full battle gear, dragging an enormous broadsword behind him.

The sight of him, drenched in fury and radiating bloodlust, made both Aspen and Chantelle’s faces pale slightly. However, Andrew did not even flinch. He looked Xavier dead in the eye and said, “You’re no match for me. But because you’re in uniform, I’ll give you one chance to walk away.”

Xavier swung his sword through the air, kicking up a gust with a terrifying hum. He laughed, “You’re giving me a chance? Please. Who do you think you are, Andrew? Did you think you survived the hit lists of two elite families because of skill? You don’t know how much of that was just dumb luck and outside help, do you?”

He hissed, “Sure, you’ve made a little noise. You’ve earned a bit of attention, but to me, you’re nothing. Just a lamb I could crush anytime I wanted.”

To him, Andrew was nothing but backwoods trash from Jayrodale–a lowly rodent playing rich man’s games.

Xavier had never taken him seriously, not even once.

Chantelle snapped, “Colonel Haywood, you’re military. Don’t act out of line!”

Xavier growled back, “This man killed my brother and wiped out my friend Andarov just last night! This isn’t just revenge. This is blood for blood. I am Xavier Haywood, a soldier born to conquer the world and serve my country. I never planned to waste time on ants like him. But if he’s hellbent on seeking death, then I’ll do him the favor!”

Chantelle’s expression tightened. This was bad.

Xavier was not just any soldier–he was a colonel, and more importantly, not under the state governor’s jurisdiction. Moreover, judging by his expression, he was not just angry. He was enraged beyond reason. Andrew had truly stirred up a storm this time, and it was only getting worse.