Chapter 600
Irene and Leroy almost peed their pants out of fear.
“Andrew… you… What do you think you’re doing?” Irene stammered. She tried to sound tough, but her voice cracked. “I’m warning you, if you dare act out of line, Aspen won’t let you get away with this!”
Leroy chimed in, equally nervous, “Andrew, don’t be rash! Don’t forget that Mr. Woods will be back. Aren’t you afraid he’ll crush you with just one slap?”
Despite their bluster, both of them were trembling uncontrollably, cold sweat pouring down their backs. Whether it was Dylan, Natasha, or the rest of the underground leaders present, none of them were people the Stevens family could afford to provoke. And that wasn’t even counting the Madblade Martial Academy members still around. If these groups decided to take action, the Stevens family wouldn’t stand a chance.
What they couldn’t understand was how Andrew, of all people, had managed to command such influential figures. Aspen, grinding her teeth, snapped, “Andrew, you’ve gone too far!”
Andrew’s voice was cold. “I’ve gone too far? Aspen, you came here with an entourage to destroy my medical center, but I’m the one being excessive?”
Aspen’s eyes blazed with fury. “Don’t tell me you have no idea why I’m trying to destroy your medical center. Don’t you have any self-awareness? From the day I met you, I’ve found you utterly revolting. At the auction, you caused me to lose so much money. Did I even hold that against you? Then, I lost a whole billion–a full billion with the investment in Northern District with Atlas because he suddenly died overnight. Don’t tell me you had nothing to do with that! And at the Madblade Martial Academy, you just stood by and watched me be humiliated. Tell me, Andrew, how are you any better than Rodney?”
With each word, Aspen’s chest heaved in anger, her voice rising to a shout as she vented her bottled-up rage. Her eyes reddened as she glared at Andrew.
Christina, stepping up to her side, added coldly, “Andrew, what do you have to say for yourself? Aspen is a member of the Bridgefields’ Stevens family. Have you thought about what it means to go up against her?”
Andrew looked genuinely taken aback for a moment before breaking into laughter. “Aspen, Christina, are you two out of your minds? Let me break this down for you. Firstly, Aspen, you claim to have hated me since the first moment we met. May I ask what I did to deserve that? Did I take something that belonged to you? At the auction, you and that decrepit relic from Bridgefields chose to gamble against me. When he lost everything, you stepped up, only to meet the same fate. Did I force you to make those bets? If I recall, you were the one trying to show off and ended up getting humbled, weren’t you?”
Francesca smirked. “I can back him up on this. I was there. Aspen, you lost to Andrew time and again, money and pride alike. Honestly, you have no one to blame but yourself.”
Aspen roared, “Fine! You have more people and sharper tongues. I can’t argue with you. But what about the ten billion I lost with Atlas in Northern District? Andrew, don’t tell me you didn’t have a hand in his death! Without your scheming, would I have suffered such a massive loss?”
Andrew’s tone turned icy. “Did I force you to invest in Atlas? Let’s be real–you were ambitious, trying to leverage Atlas to take control of Jayrodale’s entire underground market. Everything comes with risks, Aspen. Even drinking water comes with a risk of choking. For someone hailed as the pride of Bridgefields’ Stevens family, don’t tell me you’ve never understood such a fundamental concept.”