Chapter 277

“Finley and Atlas cannot be trusted,” Dylan warned. “If you believe their lies, once they destroy South City, West End will not be spared.”

“Oh? What makes you say that?” Natasha asked with a smile. “Are you suggesting Northern District plans to take over West End as well?”

Before Dylan could respond, Atlas interjected, “Dylan’s just a brute—don’t take his words seriously. Northern District and West End have always maintained peaceful relations, and even if we wanted your territory, we wouldn’t have the strength after dealing with South City. That would be suicide!”

“Mr. Giordano is right,” Finley added smoothly. “In fact, West End stands to gain the most from this. We’re pursuing this vendetta against South City only because Dylan treacherously killed Mr. Giordano’s lieutenant. Such a betrayal demands justice.”

Their coordinated presentation seemed to sway Natasha; her lieutenants nodded approvingly.

“Madam, we should stay neutral and let them fight it out,” one whispered.

“We’ll be the real winners,” another added. “Mr. Giordano wants revenge, and clearly, Mr. Moore has a score to settle with Andrew. No matter who wins, West End benefits.”

As Natasha prepared to announce her decision, Dylan’s face darkened, realizing she had fallen for Northern District’s scheme. Finley and Atlas exchanged knowing glances, barely concealing their glee.

“Andrew, your support of South City means nothing,” Finley gloated. “You’re a nobody, and South City will fall regardless of what you do.”

In the midst of their celebration, Andrew began clapping slowly.

“Mr. Lloyd, do you have something to add?” Natasha frowned, withholding her statement.

“He’s probably just impressed by our alliance,” Finley smirked.

Atlas laughed. “Andrew, you’re quite capable. Why not leave Dylan and join us? You might not reach Mr. Moore’s status, but you could easily become a lieutenant in Northern District.”

Andrew chuckled. “Northern District is too small and crawling with losers. I’m not interested. And regarding Madam Vostokoff’s question, I’m simply amazed at how easily someone can be played for a fool and still seem happy about it.”

Natasha’s expression turned icy. “Mr. Garner, your friend seems to have a death wish, speaking so boldly in my territory. Perhaps he doesn’t plan on leaving West End tonight?”

Dylan tensed, internally cursing. He couldn’t understand why Andrew would antagonize Natasha at this crucial moment, when she was obviously leaning toward Atlas’s side. It was like adding fuel to the fire.