Chapter 635

Stephen, growing impatient, said, “Your name’s Andrew, right? I’ll give you one last chance. Crawl over here, kneel, and clean my shoes. Otherwise, you won’t be leaving the gates of Glorious Pharmaceuticals today.”

Andrew raised an eyebrow. “You’re telling me I won’t leave? Are you, Mr. Brunner, going to carry me out?”

The room went silent as Kenneth inhaled sharply. He thought Andrew was seriously out of his mind, asking for trouble.

Aspen and Christina, furious, could not help but laugh. Andrew’s defiance had clearly infuriated Stephen, and his outcome would be disastrous.

“You’ve got a death wish, don’t you? I gave you a chance, but you didn’t take it. Now you’ll pay the price!” Stephen sneered, taking a long drag from his cigar.

Then, he shouted, “Someone, get rid of him.”

A group of bodyguards in suits stormed into the room, filling the space with menace.

Stephen looked at Aspen and Christina. “Ladies, give me a minute. I’ll take care of this brat, then we can go wine tasting.”

Aspen grinned. “Mr. Brunner, take your time. We’ll be fine.”

Christina added coldly, “Mr. Brunner, do what you must. I’m a professional. If Andrew offended you, I won’t stand in the way of how you choose to handle him.”

Stephen blew out a smoke ring, smugly saying, “Don’t kill him; just leave him half-dead. I want to hear his pleas for mercy before he dies, screaming for his mama.”

The bodyguards stepped forward, ready to make their move.

Marcus’ forehead beaded with sweat as he spoke up, “Mr. Brunner, this man is a director at Rhodes Corporation. If you go too far, Mrs. Rhodes might step in.”

Stephen snorted, “I’m not afraid of that bloodthirsty woman. If she has a problem, let her deal with me. No big deal, really.”

Marcus felt a wave of dread. He had not realized that even Tiana’s reputation did not intimidate Stephen.

“Mr. Lloyd, we need to make a call. If they’re willing to go this far, we can’t just sit back and take it!” Feeling the pressure, Marcus quickly reached for his phone, ready to call for backup.

Stephen, seeing Marcus’ move, scoffed. “Marcus, bringing anyone here won’t change a thing. This punk came to my turf to cause trouble – if I don’t put him in his place, people will start thinking I’m not the one in charge around here.”

Andrew remained calm and said, “Mr. Chapman, put the phone down. I’ll make the call.”

He glanced at Stephen with a half-smile. “Mr. Brunner, quite the show you’ve got going here. Feels like a mafia headquarters. You can just take anyone down, huh?”

Stephen sneered. “What? Now you’re scared, little punk? You’re right, I’m the boss of Jayrodale. When people see me, they know to show respect.”

Stephen chuckled with pride, clearly pleased with his status. He controlled the biggest pharmaceutical company in Jayrodale and made tons of money every day.

With his immense wealth and influence, he could do whatever he wanted in Jayrodale, and people would fall in line. Everyone in the area knew that when it came to power, Stephen was at the top.

Andrew chuckled lightly. “Mr. Brunner, you’ve got quite the reputation, a mighty background. I’m shaking in my boots just hearing about it. But I wonder, how do you compare to underground heavyweights like Dylan or Natasha?”

Stephen’s smile faltered for a moment. “Mr. Garner from South City and Madam Vostokoff from West End are above me, but we’re close – there’s respect between us.”