Chapter 719
“Bring them all here,” Andrew said calmly.
Dylan immediately had his men drag Raymond, Jason, and Winston over, forcing them to kneel before Andrew.
“Andrew! Do you even realize who Mr. Wright is? You actually hit him? You’re absolutely–”
Before he could finish his rant, Andrew delivered a slap that sent Raymond’s head crashing against the floor. His eyes rolled back as he passed out again.
The spectators who had gathered to watch the commotion began quietly slipping away. They did not dare linger any longer, not after seeing Winston beaten so brutally.
It was only a matter of time before the Wright family’s enforcers from Blumedale stormed into Jayrodale seeking vengeance.
“Andrew, please calm down,” Christina urged. “Winston’s status isn’t something to be taken lightly. If this escalates too far and catches the Wright family’s attention, you could be in serious trouble.”
Andrew smirked. “Ms. Stevens, are you actually worried about me?”
Christina hesitated for a second before letting out a self-deprecating chuckle. “If I told you I was genuinely trying to warn you, would you even believe me?”
Andrew’s expression remained indifferent. “Sorry, but I don’t need your concern, Ms. Stevens.”
Aspen scoffed. “Christie, stop wasting your breath. Let him dig his own grave–he’s about to suffer for this!”
Winston lifted his head, his voice laced with hatred. “It’s useless, Andrew! No matter what you try, you’re already dead! You hit me, and there’s no escaping it! Whether you flee overseas or disappear off the grid, the Wright family has a thousand ways to track you down and tear you to pieces!”
Andrew chuckled. “Who said anything about running? I’m staying right here in Jayrodale. I’m not going anywhere, and I’d love to see exactly what your Wright family can do.”
With that, he slapped Winston again. This time, Winston felt his teeth loosen as his face throbbed in unbearable pain. He clutched his cheek, his eyes burning with rage and humiliation.
Jason tugged at Winston’s leg, silently warning him to stop talking. There was no point in running his mouth—he was only setting himself up for more suffering.
“Mr. Wright, let’s just get out of here first. Once we’re free, we’ll let the real powerhouses of the Wright family take care of him,” Jason muttered through gritted teeth. “Trust me, with the weight of the Wright family, crushing him will be as easy as stepping on an ant.”
Andrew let out a dismissive chuckle. He had heard every word Jason said, but he did not care in the slightest. If they wanted to escalate things, so be it—he was not afraid.
“This whole situation started as something small,” Andrew said casually, turning his attention back to Winston. “Raymond’s son tried to scam me, so I trashed their club. That should’ve been the end of it.”
He added, “But no, the Chapman family had to come knocking first, so I simply gave them a taste of their own medicine. Then there’s you, Mr. Wright.
“You could be enjoying your life in Blumedale, living in luxury, but instead, you came running to Jayrodale, thinking you could use me as a stepping stone to show off. So tell me, Mr. Wright, do you understand your mistake now?”
Winston’s eyes flashed with murderous intent. He was just about to snap back with an insult, but when he met Andrew’s smirking, razor-sharp gaze, an icy chill ran down his spine.
He swallowed his fury and forced himself to stay silent.
“Hmph, Andrew, I indeed had no grudge against you, but Raymond is a dog I keep,” Winston sneered. “If you beat him, aren’t you essentially humiliating me?”
Andrew shook his head. “That logic doesn’t work. Even if Raymond is your dog, shouldn’t you compensate me for the injury if your dog bites me?”
Winston laughed coldly. “You can ask around and find out when I’ve ever paid anyone compensation. If there’s compensation involved, it’s usually the other way around. People kneel before me, beg for forgiveness, and offer me their apologies!”