Chapter 667
In an instant, the hundred-plus men Dylan and Natasha had brought with them unleashed absolute chaos upon Dream Paradise. Glass shattered, furniture splintered, and the deafening sound of destruction filled the air. They did not stop until the last intact piece of glass was reduced to nothing but shards on the floor.
Dexter’s throat bobbed as he struggled to breathe, his body locked in pure terror. He could not believe the sudden turn of events. Andrew was supposed to be a spineless nobody—a worthless, pretty boy who lived off wealthy women. Yet not only had he summoned Rodney, but he had also brought in Dylan and Natasha, two of the most feared underground figures in the city. Each of them alone was already untouchable. Together? Even the Combs family would not survive if they wanted it gone.
Before long, a foul stench filled the air again. Dexter, following in Sean’s pathetic footsteps, had completely pissed himself.
“Andrew—no, Mr. Lloyd! Mr. Lloyd, please! Have mercy! You’re a generous man—don’t lower yourself to our level! I was wrong! I swear, I was wrong! Please, let this go!”
Andrew scoffed, his expression filled with cold amusement. “I told you before, if you had just stayed in your lane, I would’ve ignored you. But no. You insisted on buzzing around like an annoying little fly. Now you want mercy? Too late.”
Dexter’s entire body shook as he wailed. “Mr. Lloyd, I swear I’ve learned my lesson! I’ll stay far away from you! I’ll never cross you again—just give me one chance!”
Andrew’s gaze was indifferent. “Why would I let you go? Do you think people like you actually change? No. Pain is the only lesson that works on you.” He turned to Dylan. “Didn’t I say I wanted him to experience what it’s like to swallow his own teeth? Handle it.”
Without hesitation, Dylan’s palm shot forward, striking Dexter’s face with a sickening crack. Blood and teeth sprayed from Dexter’s mouth as he choked out a gurgled cry. Before he could spit them out, Dylan grabbed him by the hair and forced his head back. Dexter’s eyes rolled back as he involuntarily gulped down his own shattered teeth, a wet choking sound escaping his throat. His body convulsed before going limp—he had passed out from sheer agony.
Meanwhile, Rodney dragged Sean forward and smirked. “Mr. Lloyd, this fat bastard’s name is Sean Chapman. His father is Raymond Chapman, the owner of Dream Paradise. He’s been desperately trying to squeeze into being one of Jayrodale’s Most Eligible Bachelors, so he spends his days sucking up to me, Harvey, and Dexter—practically throwing himself at us.” He added, “Tonight, he admitted that the whole setup was just him trying to impress Dexter. Figured it’d earn him some credit.”
Andrew glanced at Sean, whose face was now swollen beyond recognition. “You were willing to go this far… just to look cool in front of your ‘friends‘?”
Sean’s entire body trembled as he repeatedly nodded. “No—no! I mean, yes! But not anymore! I swear, Mr. Lloyd, I was stupid! I am nothing! Compared to you, I’m worse than trash!”
Andrew raised an eyebrow. “Becoming one of Jayrodale’s most eligible bachelors was that important to you?”
Sean broke down into full sobs. “I thought it was! But not anymore—not after tonight! Please, just let me go! I just want to live a normal life now!”
Andrew smirked. “Alright then. Let’s talk about my bill. Should I still pay the five million? Or should I get a discount?”
Sean shook his head so hard it looked like it might snap. “A discount! A big one! No, no—free! You don’t pay a dime! Mr. Lloyd, the fact that you even stepped into Dream Paradise is an honor! You made this place shine just by existing here!”
Andrew patted Sean’s chubby, blood-covered cheek. “Don’t make a habit of this.”
With that, he turned and led his people out. Behind him, Dream Paradise—a club once known throughout Jayrodale for its so-called Eastonian masseuses—lay in complete ruins. The building had been reduced to little more than rubble, inside and out. Onlookers passing by saw the wreckage and the battered, bloodied figures still groaning on the ground.
No one felt pity. Instead, the city cheered.