Chapter 714
With another vicious kick, Raymond’s massive body was sent flying across the room, rolling like a ragdoll before slamming into the far end of the hall. With a loud thud, he crashed into the wall and collapsed to the floor, completely unconscious.
The entire room fell into dead silence. One by one, the spectators stood frozen, their eyes wide with shock, unable to process Andrew’s sheer audacity and brute force.
Finley’s face twitched in disbelief. “Does Andrew seriously not care about pissing Winston off?”
Christina’s lips parted slightly. She had known that Andrew had changed, but she never imagined he had grown this fearless.
Yet, before anyone could recover from the shock, Andrew did something even more outrageous. He flicked his wrist casually and ordered, “Drag that fat pig over here. He still hasn’t kneeled to apologize, and now he wants to take a nap? Not happening.”
Dylan grinned darkly and strode over, grabbing Raymond by the leg before yanking him across the floor like a piece of trash.
Natasha, holding a glass of liquor, suddenly splashed the contents straight onto Raymond’s face.
With a sharp gasp, Raymond jolted awake, choking on the burn of the alcohol. “Andrew, I swear to God—I’m going to kill you! I’ll fucking kill you!”
Andrew grabbed him by the collar and brutally slapped him. The slaps kept coming, one after another, until blood streamed down Raymond’s swollen face.
“Say it again,” Andrew demanded coldly.
Raymond spat, “You motherfu—”
A few more slaps, and this time, Andrew’s strikes completely shattered Raymond’s nose. His entire face swelled, and he was barely recognizable.
“Try again,” Andrew said flatly.
Raymond’s lips trembled as he stuttered, “I… I…”
The absolute ruthlessness in Andrew’s eyes had drained the last bit of defiance from him. The arrogance he once had was gone, replaced by raw fear.
He could not fight back. So, there was only one option left—beg for help.
Desperately, he turned toward Winston and screamed, “Mr. Wright, save me! Please, save me!”
The sight of Raymond reduced to a pathetic mess, wailing for mercy, sent shivers down everyone’s spine.
Someone gasped. “Holy shit. Andrew is insane!”
“Does he not realize he just humiliated Raymond right in front of Winston? Andrew just crossed the line!”
“Look at Winston’s face. It’s darker than a storm cloud. Andrew might’ve gotten away with hitting Raymond, but there’s no way he’s getting away with this.”
In the corner, Dexter turned pale, his lips trembling. Beside him, Sean’s entire body shook, his face drenched in cold sweat. His pants were nearly soaked.
Andrew’s brutality was beyond anything they could have imagined.
Even with Winston right there, he still dared to treat Raymond like garbage.
Sean clutched his head in terror, screaming, “I don’t care about revenge anymore! I just want to go home! I want my mom!”
Suddenly, a wine glass shattered on the floor.
Winston’s expression twisted in rage as he slowly rose from his leather seat, his movements deliberate and filled with menace.
“So, you’re Andrew Lloyd,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Listen carefully. I’m only going to say this once—kneel. Let me crack your skull open and break all four of your limbs.
“Or… You can resist. And if you do, I won’t just kill you–I’ll erase your entire family. Everyone you’ve ever cared about will suffer. Even in death, you’ll exist in eternal fear, trapped in the hell I create for you.”
His teeth clenched so hard they nearly cracked. His eyes burned with a murderous fury, his killing intent nearly tangible in the air.
Winston did not give a damn about Raymond—he was just a pawn. Yet, for Andrew to humiliate his own people right in front of him? There was no way Winston could let this insult slide.
Even the slightest stain on his pride had to be repaid in blood.