Chapter 284

“Not to mention, Atlas has many other skilled fighters under his command,” Natasha added.

Andrew’s eyes gleamed. “That’s why a direct confrontation with the Northern District won’t work—you need to be clever. History shows that even the most impenetrable walls don’t crumble from the outside; they fall from within.”

Dylan furrowed his brows. “Mr. Lloyd, are you suggesting we target the Northern District’s internal personnel?”

Andrew smiled. “More specifically, the relationship between Atlas and Finley. They’re the pillars of the Northern District—inseparable. But if they turn on each other, that’s your opportunity.”

Natasha pouted. “Mr. Lloyd, sowing discord between them seems simple, but it’s impossible. Atlas relies heavily on Finley, and while Finley is arrogant, he respects Atlas. Getting them to turn on each other won’t be easy!”

“Of course, not while their interests align,” Andrew said casually. “But if there’s no natural conflict, you’ll have to create one.”

Dylan surrendered. “My head hurts… I can’t keep up, Mr. Lloyd. Just tell us what Madam Vostokoff and I need to do.”

“What does Atlas like to do? Any weaknesses… or women he’s particularly fond of?”

Natasha scoffed. “Atlas is only interested in leading Jayrodale’s underworld. He doesn’t really ‘mess with’ women, except for this one actress he keeps—she’s like his confidante.”

“Not many people know about her,” Dylan added. “But I’ve done some digging. He spoils her—bought her a mansion, luxury cars, and heavily funded her career.”

Andrew took a sip of tea and smiled. “There’s your opportunity—the perfect angle.”

Natasha’s eyes lit up. “Mr. Lloyd, are you suggesting we use this actress to create a scandal with Finley, then make sure Atlas finds out?”

“Something like that,” Andrew replied. “However, your conflict with the Northern District shouldn’t harm the actress. While people in your world might not value honor, I insist on this principle.”

Andrew’s expression turned serious, his commanding presence causing Dylan to instinctively lower his head. Natasha’s heart skipped a beat; his serious demeanor was intimidating. As someone trained in martial arts, she knew only highly skilled fighters could project such an aura. Her curiosity about his true identity intensified.

Natasha said, “Mr. Lloyd, I’ve met this actress a few times. She’s a piece of work—vain, petty, and downright nasty. You really don’t need to worry about someone like her.” Her words were sharp, laced with unmistakable disdain.