Chapter 713

Aspen sneered. “Andrew, do you really think Mr. Chapman has no one backing him? Mr. Wright is the real power behind tonight’s Reckoning Toast. If you’re still acting so clueless, you’re as good as dead!”

Winston let out a light chuckle. “Ms. Aspen, you’re exaggerating. I’m just here for the show. Raymond can handle this. That little nobody isn’t worth my time.”

He did not even spare Andrew a proper look, acting every bit like the elite, spoiled rich kid he was. A few young women in the crowd practically swooned, their eyes gleaming with admiration.

Men like Winston, born into wealth and power, had a way of dazzling naive girls. After all, in this world, money was the ultimate advantage.

Christina remained silent, watching Andrew closely. She wanted to see how he would handle the pressure from both Raymond and Winston.

After all, Winston arriving in Jayrodale was a big deal—he was the real power player in the room. In her opinion, Andrew would not dare go up against him if he had any sense.

Raymond, growing impatient, suddenly raised his hand and swung at Andrew. “You little shit, I told you to kneel and pour the damn drink! If you keep dragging your feet, I’ll slap you twice first—then we’ll see how fast you drop!”

Before Raymond’s hand even got close, Andrew’s slap landed first. The sheer force sent Raymond—a man weighing over 300 pounds—flying across the room.

Andrew scoffed. “You idiot. Are you really that ignorant that you can’t tell who should be begging for mercy tonight?”

His voice was ice-cold as he took two steps forward, stopping right over Raymond’s sprawled-out body. Then, without hesitation, he lifted his foot and stomped it straight onto Raymond’s face.

A bloodcurdling scream tore through the hall as Raymond’s entire face caved in—his mouth, nose, and even his teeth crushed under Andrew’s boot.

“You little bastard! How dare you lay a hand on me?! You’re dead! Your whole family is dead!” Raymond howled in fury.

His mind was boiling with rage. At this point, Andrew should have been groveling, not fighting back. This was not just an insult to him—it was an insult to Winston.

The crowd erupted in chaos, and everyone stared at Andrew in disbelief.

Someone exclaimed, “Am I seeing this right? He actually fought back right in front of Mr. Wright?! Does he have a death wish?!”

“This guy is insane! Not only is he dead, but his whole family, everything he owns—it’s all going to be wiped out by Mr. Wright!”

“Raymond’s teeth are on the floor… Goodness… He must’ve already accepted his fate—now he’s just going all out before he dies!”

Aspen smirked darkly, her eyes glinting with cruel satisfaction. This was exactly what she wanted. She knew Andrew would not just surrender and that he would strike back.

The more he resisted, the angrier Winston became; the angrier Winston became, the worse Andrew’s fate would be.

Finley gulped down the rest of his drink, grinning ear to ear. Last time, the hunchbacked old man Aspen brought failed to take Andrew down—it had been a huge disappointment.

However, with the ruthless Winston around, Finley believed Andrew was screwed. No way was he getting out of this alive.

Meanwhile, Christina’s heart was pounding as she thought, ‘Andrew, you actually fought back. Do you seriously think you can take on the Wright family?’

Shock, doubt, and disbelief swirled inside her. She thought Andrew was really reckless.

Just then, Andrew suddenly lifted his foot and kicked Raymond straight in the stomach.

Raymond’s entire body spasmed, nearly passing out from the pain. His mouth opened wide, gasping for air, while his face and neck twitched uncontrollably.

“You fucking… How dare you…”

Andrew stood over him, looking down with cold indifference. “Shut up.”