Chapter 1922

The cold morning wind was sharp and biting. Behind Serenity Villa, Andrew was back to his usual routine, leading his five top students through morning drills and martial arts training.

Only today, there was one extra face in the lineup: Eric.

This pampered brat usually slept in like a hibernating bear, refusing to get up before noon. Unfortunately for him, he was now in Andrew’s hands.

“Join the workout. It’ll be good for your health,” Andrew said casually.

“No thanks. You guys knock yourselves out. I don’t need this,” Eric replied flatly.

“Eric, I wasn’t asking for your opinion. I’m telling you to do as I say,” Andrew said with no room for negotiation.

“And I’m telling you, Andrew, I don’t need you hovering over my life. Do me a favor: get out and close the door on your way.”

Two muffled thuds echoed, followed by the sound of the bed crashing.

Eric came down a few minutes later, face grim and lip bruised. He was clearly there not by choice, joining the group in the freezing air.

If looks could kill, Andrew would have been dead long ago.

Moving his wrist, Andrew watched from behind and muttered, “I tried asking nicely, but you really thought I was Mr. Thornton, someone who’d just let you do whatever you want. Kids don’t shape up without discipline, and weirdos don’t behave without correction!”

Lauren’s internal energy had grown more ferocious. One casual strike from her now stung like fire.

Francesca’s physical techniques were taking form beautifully. However, her chest bounced with a distracting rhythm every time she moved, and Andrew silently cursed himself for noticing. It felt like someone else was reaping the visual benefits of his hard work.

Aspen twirled her dagger with increasing flair, her assassin’s aura becoming more refined by the day.

All three of his women were practically ready to graduate. For ordinary opponents, any one of them could take care of business without breaking a sweat.

Across the frozen artificial lake, a young man in white stepped onto the ice and strolled toward them.

Surprisingly, he smiled at Andrew, as if the two were old friends.

Andrew stepped forward and held out a hand to stop him.

Joe smirked. “What now? Still mad about me walking into your turf? Too bad. Master Shiloh asked me to swing by today. She needs a ride to her part-time job.”

Andrew asked, “Where’s your car?”

Joe nodded toward the driveway. “Right outside your front gate. The red one.”

Andrew raised a brow. “That red Bugatti? The one worth tens of millions?”

Joe’s smile widened. “That’s the one. Nothing but the best to drive Master Shiloh to work. I know it’s a little modest, but I’ll keep working hard until I can get her something even better.”

Andrew watched the guy show off and felt a rising urge to smack him. He sneered, “You’re not giving her a ride… You’re hitting on her, aren’t you?”

Joe’s face flushed, but he stayed calm. “That’s none of your business, Andrew. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Master Shiloh’s waiting.”

Andrew did not move. Instead, he said, “Your car is too flashy and way too expensive. You can drive her if you want, but you’re switching to a tricycle. Pedal-powered.”

Joe’s expression twisted. “You want me to pedal a tricycle? You really think someone from the Driscoll family would ride around like that?”

Andrew laughed coldly. “Why not? And let me make one thing clear: Joe, you’re not getting anywhere near Shiloh with those intentions. Her mind’s regressing. That’s a symptom of her ageless syndrome. But just because she has an incurable illness doesn’t mean she’s yours to manipulate.”

Joe’s voice turned sharp. “Andrew, you’d better watch your mouth.”