Chapter 312

Atlas’s mocking laughter echoed from a distance. “Before you came to Jayrodale, the Northern District was already a dominant force. With or without you, it makes no difference. And Finley—I’ve been putting up with your nonsense for far too long!” He added with a sneer, “Get lost, you pathetic son of a bitch!”

Left alone, Finley burned with murderous rage. Atlas had slapped him, dissolved their partnership, and humiliated him publicly. If that were the case, he decided, there was no point in feeling guilty. Atlas, the so-called crime lord of the Northern District, was nothing more than a shortsighted fool. He’d never deserved Finley’s full support anyway, especially since this all stemmed from a woman.

Meanwhile, Natasha and Dylan exchanged glances, their excitement barely concealed. The Northern District’s two pillars, Atlas and Finley, had finally parted ways. Now, it was their turn.

Both turned their eyes toward Andrew. Though silent, their admiration was unmistakable. Natasha, in particular, felt a surge of determination. Andrew is far too talented to lose! She wouldn't allow him to fully align with Dylan and South City. Once she set her mind to something, she stopped at nothing.

As Atlas and his men departed, Michael hobbled into the hotel, supported by his entourage. Overwhelmed with resentment, he grumbled, “Atlas, you’ve gone too far! I’m part of the Rhodes family, for crying out loud!”

Andrew glanced at him and smirked. “Mr. Rhodes, looks like you’ve been properly humiliated.”

Michael glared, pure hatred in his eyes. “Andrew, if it weren’t for you stirring up trouble, I wouldn’t have been punished by Atlas! Tonight, you’re not walking out of this hotel alive!”

Andrew shrugged, unfazed. “You’re welcome to try.”

Natasha calmly interjected, “Mr. Rhodes, Andrew is under my protection. If you want to touch him, you’ll have to go through me first.”

Michael hesitated, his expression dark and uncertain. With Natasha’s backing, he couldn’t act recklessly.

Finley ground his teeth in frustration. “Mr. Rhodes, why don’t we join forces? We’re taking Andrew down tonight!”

Michael’s eyes lit up. “Mr. Moore, are you saying you’re ready to switch sides and work with me?”

Finley’s tone turned cold. “Don’t flatter yourself. Do you really think someone like you is worthy of my loyalty?”

“This is a partnership to eliminate Andrew. That’s it,” Finley clarified.

Though disappointed, Michael nodded. “Fine. I’ll work with you.”

Before they could act, Dylan stepped forward, his presence menacing. He threatened, “I dare you to even lay a finger on Mr. Lloyd. Do so, and I’ll bring every man from South City here tonight and tear this hotel apart.”

The threat silenced Michael and Finley instantly. A partnership between Natasha and Dylan meant combining nearly half of Jayrodale’s underground power, leaving them completely outmatched.

Finley’s chest heaved as he struggled to contain his frustration. He had no choice but to storm off, shouting, “Andrew, you just wait!”