Chapter 637
Aspen furrowed her brows. She had seen Andrew effortlessly control both Natasha and Dylan at the opening ceremony of Moonlit Sanctuary. If Andrew really called Dylan over, would Stephen be humiliated?
Christina spoke calmly, “Aspen, maybe Andrew can call Dylan, but don’t forget, Mr. Brunner and Mr. Garner are close enough to drink together. Comparing them, Andrew’s connection with Dylan is nothing next to Mr. Brunner’s. In the end, he’ll only embarrass himself.”
Aspen thought about it and agreed. Stephen was a big shot in Jayrodale, the leader of the pharmaceutical industry. Even if Dylan came, he would have to give Stephen some respect.
She believed that Andrew was only riding on Lauren and Francesca’s support. Without them around, Andrew probably would not have stood firm in front of Dylan.
Stephen settled back in his chair and lit another cigar. Ever the suck-up, Kenneth quickly grabbed a lighter and offered to light it for him.
“You little punk, I’ll be right here waiting for you. Go ahead and call Mr. Garner over. If you can’t get him here, and you try to play tough with me, I’ll make sure you’ll be six feet under.”
Stephen took a deep puff from his cigar and sneered, fully confident that Andrew was finished.
Andrew waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry, Mr. Brunner. You’ll be the one at my beck and call.”
Stephen’s face darkened, but he did not respond. His previous words had been nothing more than mockery. To be at Andrew’s beck and call? That would only happen if Andrew were some sort of king.
Dylan did not waste a second and arrived at Glorious Pharmaceuticals in just five minutes.
“Mr. Garner, you’re here?” The security guard greeted him with a smile, impressed that Stephen managed to invite someone of Dylan’s status.
Without a word, Dylan slapped the security guard across the face, sending him flying. He growled, “Move aside. Don’t block my way!”
Dylan was in a rush to see Andrew. Anyone who stood in his path was asking for trouble.
Holding his face, the guard got up from the ground, looking confused. He thought, ‘Isn’t Mr. Garner supposed to be on good terms with Mr. Brunner? Why did he just slap me?’
Dylan, flanked by his men, marched straight into Stephen’s office.
“Hey, what brings you here?” Stephen, who had been sitting with his legs up and smoking a cigar, jumped up in surprise at the sight of Dylan and rushed to greet him.
Dylan’s face was cold as he asked, “What’s going on here? Why do you have all these people here?”
Stephen pointed at Andrew, mockingly saying, “Oh, you don’t know? A little punk from Rhodes Corporation’s Pharmaceutical Division came to stir things up. Can you believe it? A small fry like that, daring to make trouble with me!”
He continued, “And not just that, he even said he was going to have you come over and teach me a lesson. What do you think, Dylan? Is this idiot dreaming, or what?”
Stephen turned to Andrew, his voice dripping with venom, “Now that Dylan’s here, what are you going to do?”
Andrew shrugged indifferently and said, “Alright, since you’re here, you can handle this yourself. I’m not getting my hands dirty with trash like this.”
Stephen’s anger flared. “Damn it, you really have the nerve to say something like that. Dylan is here in person, and you still have the…”