Chapter 436

“I’m here at Northern District’s headquarters. One of your men is here, and I’m planning to get him promoted,” Andrew said into the phone.

“Of course, I’ll be there in five minutes. Wait for me,” Natasha replied urgently.

As Andrew hung up, Jake shook his head. “Sir, this act isn’t funny anymore. Don’t tell me you actually have Madam Vostokoff’s number?”

“Of course I do,” Andrew replied simply. “How else could I call her?”

Jake didn't respond, heading downstairs to distribute flyers, hoping to sell the abandoned building and secure his promotion. He dismissed the supposed lunatic upstairs, remembering seeing Natasha only once since joining West End. Regular people never got close to someone of Natasha's status, let alone possessed her private number—unless this guy was her boy toy, he thought cynically.

Minutes later, a convertible sports car screeched to a halt outside. Jake, clutching flyers, stared in disbelief at the beautiful woman exiting. He rubbed his eyes, confirming it was Natasha, West End’s leader, the infamous Black Widow, and the underground world's dream woman.

“Madam Vostokoff, w–what brings you here?” Jake stammered, attempting to curry favor.

Natasha removed her sunglasses and glanced at him without replying.

Just then, Andrew descended with Lauren, calling out with a smile, “Over here!”

Natasha approached and bowed respectfully. “Mr. Lloyd!”

Andrew smiled. “Is that really necessary?”

“The entire Jayrodale underground world is under your command now,” Natasha replied seriously. “Rules must be followed, especially by subordinates like us.”

Andrew realized she was performing for Lauren's benefit; she was never this formal with him. He didn't call her out on it, instead pointing to the dumbfounded Jake. “This young man works for you, right?”

Natasha beckoned, and Jake hurried over. She barked, “Show some respect and greet Mr. Lloyd!”

Jake trembled, staring at Andrew. “So y–you really do know Madam Vostokoff?”

Andrew smiled. “I told you I wasn’t lying. Now, about that information I was asking about earlier?”

Chapter 437

Jake nodded frantically. “Of course, I’ll tell you everything right away! Please forgive my previous disrespect, Mr. Lloyd! I was blind!”

Andrew waved, gesturing for Jake to continue. “Just as you said, Mr. Lloyd, everything fell apart when Mr. Giordano died. I was on guard duty that night and saw people setting fires as soon as news of his death spread. Several groups rushed in to loot the place, but Mr. Mayer’s people were the strongest—they broke into Atlas’ bedroom and office and took everything.”

“Tell me about Mr. Mayer,” Andrew prompted calmly.