Chapter 638

“Someone, take him out—make sure he doesn’t leave here alive!”

This was Stephen’s turf, but Andrew had the nerve to talk to Dylan like that, ordering him around. Dylan was someone Stephen had to beg for respect, yet this small-time punk from Rhodes Corporation’s Pharmaceutical Division was acting like he could order Dylan around.

As Stephen commanded his men to move, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head. His whole massive body was sent flying like a ragdoll, crashing into the wooden desk he loved so much.

“What the…” Kenneth blurted out. He was stunned to see Stephen get punched out and thrown across the room.

Meanwhile, Aspen and Christina’s eyes widened in shock. It finally dawned on them that Andrew and Dylan’s relationship was more serious than they thought.

Stephen groaned, clutching the back of his head and struggling to get up, his face contorted in pain. “Dylan, what are you doing? Why are you hitting me? The one who insulted you is this punk. Take care of him!”

Dylan sneered. “Why should I hit him? You called me your friend, right? So, as your friend, it’s my duty to discipline a dumb friend like you.”

With that, he grabbed Stephen by the collar and started delivering a brutal beating. Dylan’s face was filled with cold malice as he pummeled Stephen’s head.

While he treated Andrew like a lamb, Dylan was a ruthless wolf toward anyone outside his circle.

“Please, stop! Please, don’t hit me anymore!” Stephen screamed, his skull nearly splitting from the blows.

He could not figure out why Dylan was hitting him instead of Andrew, who he thought was the one to deal with. On the other hand, Kenneth and the bodyguards watched in frozen terror. They did not dare make a sound as they witnessed their superior getting humiliated, swallowing their fear.

Kenneth glanced at Andrew, a thought starting to take root in his mind that shook him to the core. He wondered if Andrew actually had power over Dylan and if he was really the underground king of Jayrodale.

“Dylan, stop! Damn it, are you trying to pick a fight with me now?” Stephen’s face was swollen. Seeing that Dylan had not stopped, he snapped, “Dylan, I treated you like a friend. What the hell is this? I didn’t do anything to deserve this!”

Dylan kicked him hard in the stomach, knocking him back to the floor and clutching his abdomen in agony.

“Still don’t get it, huh? Well, let me make it clear: Mr. Lloyd is my savior, my higher-up. He’s the one who saved my life. Not only me, but Natasha and the entire underground world of Jayrodale already belong to Mr. Lloyd.”

He continued, “Who gave you the nerve to call him names?"

Dylan’s anger was building. As he thought about it more, his rage flared even higher. He stomped on Stephen’s head, making sure to leave his mark, and considered just finishing him off right there.

This idiot had no respect for Andrew, but worse, he dared to insult the people who were part of Andrew’s world. Dylan had had enough of Stephen’s reckless arrogance.