Chapter 861
Andrew was not in a hurry. Before heading to Rhodes Corporation, he made a quick stop at Natasha’s place. Just in time, he caught sight of Aspen changing into a training outfit. Her toned figure and long, straight legs were stretched taut as she trained.
The moment Aspen saw Andrew, her attacks on the training dummy became even fiercer. First came the elbow strike and sweeping kick, then a relentless barrage of punches straight to the dummy’s face!
“Take this! And this!” Aspen shouted, her fists slamming into the dummy over and over again. It was obvious that she was imagining the dummy as Andrew.
Natasha strolled over with a smirk and said, “She’s certainly training hard, darling, but let me remind you—women can be the definition of ruthless.”
She continued, “Take Aspen, for example, or the heiress of the Bridgefields' Stevens family. The more you crush her, the more she’ll hate you. Hatred fuels ambition. If she ever grows strong enough, she might just turn against you.”
Andrew remained unfazed by Natasha’s warning. “An ant, no matter how hard it works or how strong it becomes, will always be an ant. My only concern is that Aspen is useless and a waste of resources.”
Natasha scoffed. “Well, she’s your slave, so it’s your call. But you do have a point. If she ended up with someone else, I could see her rebelling. But under your control? She’ll just go from being a weak slave to a powerful one. At the end of the day, she’s still a slave.”
Andrew raised a hand and called out to Aspen, who was still venting her rage on the dummy. “Come here.”
Just two words—spoken in the tone of someone commanding a servant.
Aspen’s expression darkened. She wanted to ignore him, but after hesitating for two seconds, she clenched her jaw and walked over. She asked irritably, “What?”
Andrew smiled. “I know you’re still bitter about losing yesterday. So, how about another challenge today? I won’t use my hands or feet this time—you can attack however you want.”
Aspen was tempted, but the look on Andrew’s face made her instinctively wary. “And if I lose? What’s the punishment?”
Andrew’s smile remained unchanged. “Same as yesterday—a good beating.”
Aspen flinched, fear flickering across her face before she gritted her teeth. “Andrew, I’ve never met a man like you who actually lays his hands on other women.”
Andrew remained indifferent. “A kind, beautiful, and sweet woman? Of course, I wouldn’t lay a finger on her. But you’re not that. You’re petty and vindictive, with an inflated ego and no real skills. Should I pamper a woman like you instead of disciplining you?”
Aspen burned with anger but swallowed it down, letting out a cold snort. “I know exactly what you’re trying to do. You just want another excuse to torture me. Too bad. I’m not playing your game. So, no, I refuse.”
Andrew raised an eyebrow. “So, you’re chickening out?”
Aspen realized she was running out of comebacks. With a sigh, she muttered, “Think whatever you want. I’m not falling into your trap again.”
Andrew nodded approvingly. “Not bad. You’re learning. I thought you’d still be as stubborn as ever, acting like some spoiled heiress. If that were the case, I’d have no choice but to take time every day to show you just how brutal reality can be.”
Aspen clenched her fists, hatred flashing in her eyes. “Andrew, everything you’ve done to me—I’ll make sure to pay you back one day.”