Chapter 655

With a single strike of his bare hand, Andrew shattered the marble table into pieces. Both underground leaders, Natasha and Dylan, froze as their eyes widened in shock. The thought of that level of force hitting a human body was terrifying—organs would be crushed on impact.

Even Natasha, who was slightly stronger than Dylan, felt a nervous tension building in her chest. Andrew’s display of power far surpassed her capabilities, and the fear coursing through her was palpable.

Dylan, on the other hand, could barely maintain his composure. He knew that if Andrew truly wanted to discipline him, he would be shaking in his boots.

“What’s wrong with you two? Are you part monkey, needing to fight whenever you meet? Or maybe you’re like dogs biting each other just to feel better?” Andrew sneered coldly, his gaze sharp.

Dylan remained silent, too scared to speak. Natasha, however, quickly adopted a submissive tone. “Darling, don’t be mad. I know I was wrong.”

Andrew gave her a frosty look. “Don’t play innocent with me, Natasha. I know you’ve always been drawn to power."

He warned her, "You can take what’s rightfully yours. But if you try to take what isn’t, you’ll have to give it back—and that’s not even the worst-case scenario. You’re a woman who’s too obsessed with control, and that’s a dangerous path. One day, if you cross a line you shouldn’t, you won’t just lose West End. You might lose your life too.”

Natasha swallowed hard, regretting her actions. She hated upsetting Andrew, whose easygoing nature usually made him approachable despite his position of authority. Nonetheless, his silent intensity became suffocating when he was angry, making it hard for either Natasha or Dylan to breathe.

“I don’t want to see any more infighting,” Andrew said, his voice ice-cold as his gaze swept between the two. “If something like this happens again, whoever’s responsible will end up like that marble table.”

Dylan quickly bowed his head. “Mr. Lloyd, I’m sorry! It won’t happen again. I promise.”

Andrew nodded. “Good. You have the formula, so get everything ready. And make sure you follow my instructions exactly.”

“Understood!” Dylan responded respectfully before hurrying away.

After Dylan left, Andrew turned and saw Natasha standing quietly. He was startled to see her red-rimmed eyes and trembling lips. Tears welled up, and she looked like she was about to cry.

“Are you acting? Or are those real tears?” Andrew asked, baffled.

Natasha let a tear roll down her cheek and gave a bitter laugh. “Oh, I’m acting, alright. Just trying to look pitiful in front of you. Happy now?”

Andrew sighed. “Alright, I get it. You’re not acting."

“But why are you crying? I didn’t even scold you that harshly.”

Natasha wiped her tears, clenching her teeth. “Andrew, do you know how long it’s been since I last cried? I became a widow at 16. For the past 20 years, I haven’t shed a single tear.

“Over those years, I was ambushed countless times, barely escaping death. I faced betrayals, poisonings, and even assault attempts. But I always killed those bastards and kept going without breaking down.”

Andrew gave her a wry smile. “And now you’re saying that because of me, you finally cried?”

Chapter 655

“Yes, damn it! Because of you!” Natasha growled, biting her lip.

“I don’t even understand it myself. When you got so angry, I felt… scared. I always thought you were different from other men—that you wouldn’t be so harsh with me. But I guess I was wrong.”

Andrew frowned. “I’m not trying to be cruel. I just expect you to follow my rules if you’re under my leadership. Do you really think I’d stand by and watch you and Dylan tear each other apart?”