Chapter 806
Shiloh corrected him immediately. “Just call me Shiloh. I don’t like being addressed in a way that makes me sound old. Also, while I once trained at Everglade Mountain, it was a temporary practice. I never fully took vows–I’m merely a lay disciple, so you don’t need to call me ‘Master’ or anything like that. And one more thing–I see myself as young. So don’t call me by addresses that make me sound ancient. I won’t remind you again!”
Andrew chuckled and nodded. “Got it, Shiloh.”
He had never expected this woman to have quite a fiery temper. Then again, no woman liked being called old, so Andrew understood.
Michael, on the other hand, was practically vibrating with excitement. He could not believe it–Andrew had actually secured an endorsement from the most respected wellness expert in Jayrodale. For Rhodes Corporation’s pharmaceutical division, this was nothing short of a miracle.
Eager to please, he grinned and stepped forward. “Master Shiloh, this way, please!”
Andrew sighed. “Michael, you’re in trouble.”
“Huh?” Michael blinked in confusion.
Before he could react, Shiloh slapped him hard across his face. Her voice was cold as ice as she shouted, “I already told you don’t call me ‘Master’ or anything of the sort. Are you deaf?”
Michael stood there, stunned, clutching his cheek. He had never expected someone known for health and meditation to have such a short fuse. Face burning with both pain and embarrassment, he growled, “You—”
Yet, before he could finish, Andrew had already led Shiloh out of the monastery.
Christina, filled with resentment, turned to Aspen. “Aspen, what do we do? People adore Shiloh–especially the wealthy socialites in Jayrodale. They swear by her wellness teachings and follow her religiously. With someone this influential under Andrew’s control, he’s definitely going to use her to turn Rhodes Corporation’s Pharmaceutical Division around!”
Aspen’s fury only grew. She snapped, “Andrew, you’ll die a miserable death!”
She had been so confident that she would crush Andrew this time. Yet once again, she had lost in his hands. Her frustration boiled over, and for the first time, she began to doubt herself. Was she truly inferior to him? No matter how hard she tried, would she always lose to him?
Aspen refused to accept it.
Meanwhile, Harvey’s expression darkened with malicious intent. He turned to the two elder enforcers of the Wellers and ordered, “Let’s go. We’ll just take her by force. Damn it, if this stubborn nun doesn’t know what’s good for her, then we’ll drag her back ourselves. And while we’re at it, I’ll finally rip that veil off and see what she really looks like underneath. If she turns out to be a stunner—well, then, lucky me!”
The two elder enforcers immediately shot him a warning glance.
“Mr. Weller, you’d best keep your behavior in check. If we try to take her by force, we risk Andrew getting involved."
Harvey sneered. “If he dares to interfere, he’s signing his own death warrant. With the two of you working together, he won’t stand a chance.”
The two enforcers exchanged a look. One of them had fought Andrew before–and had been utterly defeated in a single move. Nonetheless, with both of them attacking together and the additional training they had recently undergone, they felt far more confident.
A two-on-one fight? That was a completely different story.
“Alright,” one of them finally said. “We’ll follow your orders, Mr. Weller. Let’s take her now. As long as we bring Shiloh back under the Wellers’ control, using a few extreme measures is nothing out of the ordinary.”
Both enforcers had been the Wellers’ most ruthless enforcers in their younger years. Now that they had made up their minds, they did not hesitate any longer.
With Harvey leading the way, they stormed off in pursuit of Andrew and Shiloh.