Chapter 286

Antonio trembled with anger, exclaiming in disbelief, "That pretty boy is stick-thin! How could he possibly take down Griffin? It must be Dylan spreading misinformation."

Natasha smirked, shaking her head. "I doubt it. Andrew has already proven himself at the Weller residence. He faced their senior fighter and walked away unscathed. How many could manage that?"

Antonio fell silent, his brow furrowing.

Someone spoke up, "But Madam, the Northern District is incredibly powerful. Allying with Dylan's South City is practically declaring war on Atlas. We were better off remaining neutral."

"I thought the same initially," Natasha replied. "But Andrew was right—Atlas is ambitious and cunning. If we do nothing while he dismantles Dylan, West End will be next."

Antonio voiced his concern, "That's true, but the Northern District isn't just Atlas—there's also Finley. How confident can we be, even with South City's help?"

Natasha smiled mysteriously. "Everyone, get some rest. Don't worry about our chances. Just trust me. Andrew truly opened my eyes tonight. His strategic mind is terrifying!"

Antonio frowned, noticing Natasha's flushed cheeks. "Madam, you've been single for years... you're not actually interested in that pretty boy, are you?"

Natasha's blush deepened. "Antonio, aren't you overstepping? Besides, as a widow running West End, do you know how much pressure I'm under? Is it really too much to have some fun with a man I like?"

Antonio cleared his throat awkwardly. "Madam, we understand your position. But someone of your status... you deserve at least a prominent family's son or a powerful leader."

The other executives chimed in, "Exactly! Madam, your status demands someone from our level, someone worthy of West End."

"What if I simply like Andrew?" Natasha purred, a radiant smile gracing her lips.

Antonio scoffed. "If he wants into your bed, that boy better bring something valuable to West End. A pretty face and smooth talk aren't enough."

"Enough," Natasha said in frustration. "I wanted him in my bed tonight, but the boy refused—it was almost humiliating."

Antonio stroked his beard, sneering. "Young people these days think they're so clever. He's probably playing hard to get."