Chapter 80
Rocco immediately backed down, gritting his teeth. "Mr. Garner, I've never offended you. Isn't this a bit extreme?"
"If you'd offended me personally, we could talk this out for Tony's sake," Dylan said coldly. "But you idiots actually threatened Mr. Lloyd, and I'm not okay with that."
With that, Dylan kicked Rocco hard in the chest, sending him reeling back as he coughed up blood. "Get the hell out of here!" Dylan barked, his gaze murderous.
Rocco shuddered, completely baffled by Dylan's defense of Andrew. However, the situation was clear—hurting Andrew was no longer an option. "Let's go!" Rocco commanded, quickly retreating with his East Side crew.
Meanwhile, Juan blended into the crowd, shrinking down as he tried to make himself invisible, not daring to make a sound.
"Wait!" Andrew called out.
Juan trembled and nearly broke into tears. "W–What do you want? My dad is—"
Andrew slapped him twice across the face, cutting him off. "Yeah, yeah. Your dad's Tony Madden. I'm sick of hearing it. Remember when I told you I'd turn that bruised-up face into something unrecognizable? Do you believe me now?"
Juan's face was completely unrecognizable—his lips were swollen and oversized, his eyes nearly swollen shut. Only tears streamed down his distorted features.
"I believe you! Please, don't hit me anymore. You'll ruin my face permanently!" Juan sobbed.
The East Side men, who had arrived so aggressively, left with their tails between their legs. Francesca could hardly believe how this potential disaster had been settled, with Andrew completely unharmed while the mighty East Side heir was reduced to nothing.
Lauren smiled at Dylan. "Thank you, Mr. Garner, for coming to our rescue. Who knows what would have happened to two helpless ladies and Dr. Lloyd without South City's intervention?"
Dylan's face twitched. He silently considered that while he wasn't sure about the ladies being helpless, Andrew was definitely anything but weak.
"Mr. Lloyd, please join us in the VIP room—it's more comfortable there," Dylan invited with extreme respect.
Three minutes later, Andrew sat in the club's most luxurious VIP room, sipping fine tea. "Mr. Lloyd, I wanted to apologize for my previous offense," Dylan said softly.
Both Francesca and Lauren were shocked by South City's boss's submissive attitude. Francesca remembered Andrew brutally beating Bobby, yet here was Dylan apologizing. She wondered if she had misjudged the junior doctor she had always looked down on.
Andrew waved it off casually. "That's ancient history, Mr. Garner. Let's not dwell on it."
"Please, just call me Dylan—I don't deserve such formality," Dylan replied humbly.
Francesca and Lauren broke into a cold sweat. Dylan, a major crime lord in Jayrodale, was acting like a loyal subordinate before Andrew.
"By the way, Mr. Lloyd, you might not know this, but Juan's attack wasn't random—someone put him up to it," Dylan added.