Scarlett growled, “Henry held his ground with the strength of a martial saint, so he managed to protect himself until backup arrived. But I wasn’t that lucky. Facing the Yeagers’ elders, I couldn’t even lift a hand in defense. If Edwin Pennyworth, the McCormick family’s head butler, hadn’t shown up at the last moment, I would’ve died right there.”

As she spoke, her face contorted with hatred. Maurice, Walter, and Bradley all fell into stunned silence. Scarlett had always been known as domineering and untouchable in Blumedale. She was one of the most feared figures in the Driscoll family, commanding half its power with absolute authority.

Yet now, this 40-year-old woman sat with teary eyes. It was a pitiful sight, and hard to believe.

“What about Henry?” Maurice finally asked after a long pause. “What happened to him in the end?”

Scarlett gritted her teeth. “He was nearly killed by Victoria Sanchez from the Peck family. The two of them started fighting at the Yeager estate and didn’t stop until sundown."

Maurice’s eyes widened. “What about Edwin? He just stood there and watched?”

Scarlett’s lips twitched. “Edwin warned her, but that crazy woman ignored him completely. She didn’t give a damn about the McCormick family’s name. Ultimately, Edwin backed down, and Henry was beaten for nothing. If Victoria had already broken into the martial saint level, Henry would be a corpse by now.”

Bradley let out a slow, heavy breath, stunned. “Why would Victoria go after Henry? Doesn’t she know the Fischer family isn’t to be trifled with?”

Scarlett’s expression turned ice cold. “It all comes back to Andrew. Victoria and Andrew… whatever their relationship is, I don’t know. But that bitch went all the way to Goldridge just to fight for him. What the hell was she thinking?”

Maurice slammed his palm down on the armrest. “Enough. We’ve heard enough! Send Joe to Goldridge. At the very least, we need to salvage the Driscoll family’s interests there. And that Victoria… if she’s so eager to die, then let’s give her what she wants.”

Bradley hesitated. “Sir, Victoria isn’t an easy target. Her power rivals a martial saint’s. Realistically, only you could deal with her directly.”

Maurice sneered. “She’s not worth my time. She may be strong, but the Peck family is a washed-up mess full of holes. We’ll go through Calvin. That man has been groveling at his wife’s feet for years. And a disobedient dog often bites people in the most unexpected and deadly ways."

Scarlett’s voice was venomous. “I’ll take Andrew’s life with my own hands.”

Walter grinned darkly. “Ms. Driscoll, allow me to join you. We’ll crush that little bastard together.”

Maurice raised his hand, then brought it down sharply. “Bradley, you’re joining them, too! All three of you attack Andrew together. This time, he must die.”

Bradley stiffened. “Is it really necessary, sir? My role is to stand guard against the Phelans or the Fischer family, not to kill one man.”

Maurice clenched his jaw. “I don’t care anymore! Right now nothing else matters but killing Andrew. He should’ve been dead long ago.”

Bradley nodded slowly. “Understood.”

With Scarlett, Bradley, and Walter joining forces—three of the Driscoll family’s top fighters—killing one man should have been more than enough.

Chapter 1921

Scarlett was not done. She narrowed her eyes. “I’m bringing in someone else, too. With him on our side, I won’t have to worry. This time, if Andrew doesn’t die, I won’t stop until I’m dead myself.”

Walter asked, “Who are you thinking of bringing in, Ms. Driscoll?”

Scarlett’s voice was chilling. “Franklin Gurney.”

Walter inhaled sharply, then exhaled slowly and nodded. “If he joins us, it’s a done deal.”

Bradley stroked his beard and smiled. “If Ms. Driscoll can really bring in the number one martial artist in Gabo Creek, then Andrew’s fate is sealed.”

Chapter 1922