Chapter 1905

The next morning, Chantelle got out of bed with sore legs at the crack of dawn. As they sat down for breakfast, she grumbled, “You jerk! You went way too rough on me last night! You even kept going until it was almost morning!”

Andrew shrugged. “Relax, you’ll get used to it.”

Chantelle immediately spat out her soup, eyes blazing with fire.

Get used to it? Was this guy seriously planning to wear her out every single night?

That was not happening!

“I’m done. You two enjoy the rest of your meal,” she snapped, slamming her spoon down and walking off.

Eric sipped a bit of soup. He did not even touch the dishes and quietly set his spoon aside.

Andrew frowned at him. “Look at your skinny little frame. You’re so weak I could break you with one punch. Come on, eat up like I told you.”

Eric responded flatly, “Andrew, enough already. I’m just temporarily your prisoner, not your slave! If you’ve got the guts, unlock my pressure points and let’s have a proper fight!”

Andrew scoffed. “Forget it. Beating up a weakling like you doesn’t interest me!”

Eric laughed angrily but said nothing.

Chantelle said calmly, “Eric isn’t a weakling! He’s someone who could match Joe.”

Andrew wiped his mouth, finishing breakfast. “So what? Whether it’s Joe or Eric, you can ask them what my slaps and punches taste like!”

Eric’s face immediately turned ugly. Nonetheless, he knew Andrew was telling the truth. After all, Inferno Strike was the natural enemy of his Phantom Mirage, and Andrew’s martial arts were already higher than his to begin with.

Under this double blow, Eric knew Andrew had completely crushed him.

This was also why he had been enduring it without trying to escape.

Just then, the hotel elevator doors opened with a soft chime. Two people stepped out and walked over.

One of them, a wavy-haired woman, looked surprised. “Andrew, Ms. Garcia! I didn’t expect to see you two here!”

It was Emily from the Keller family. Next to her was a young man Andrew did not recognize, but one glance at his smug posture practically screamed: ‘I’m rich, I’m elite, and I want you to know it.’

Undoubtedly, he had to be Theo from the Fischer family, probably one of Henry’s nephews.

“Good morning, Ms. Keller,” Chantelle greeted politely.

Andrew did not bother looking at them and just stared out the window.

Emily smiled brightly and sat down at the next table. “Mind if we join you?”

Chantelle gave a polite smile. “Not at all. Though we’re pretty much finished.”

Dressed in a leather jacket with arms folded, Theo raised an eyebrow. “You must be Andrew Lloyd, huh? First time meeting, but you don’t exactly look happy to see us.”

Still staring out at the sunrise, Andrew replied coolly, “Mr. Fischer, do you always talk this much just eating breakfast?”

Theo clinked his spoon down and scoffed. “Andrew, don’t push your luck. I know your reputation, and sure, you’re pretty impressive. But don’t forget who I am. I’m from the Fischer family, one of the Three Titans of Blumedale.”

He said it like the last name itself was a badge of royalty.

Andrew chuckled. “So what? You think being from the Fischer family makes you special? Just so you know, I recently beat the crap out of someone from your family in Coldridge. And as of now, I’m not even sure if he’s dead or alive.”

Theo sneered. “You think I’d buy that? Fine. I don’t have time to argue with you. But I’m warning you: stay out of Ms. Hannah’s business. I’m handling it. And whatever happens, I call the shots."