Chapter 903
Night had already fallen in Jayrodale, and Andrew was just about to leave West End when Natasha smirked and said, “Darling, that old dog Kenny couldn’t hold back any longer. Looks like he’s trying to reach you again.”
Andrew took the phone from her hand and answered the call. “Mr. Kenny, it’s late at night–shouldn’t you be in bed? What do you want?”
Kenny’s voice was cold. “Andrew, don’t get cocky. Tell me, did you take down Phantom Eye?”
Andrew chuckled. “Do you even need to ask? Of course, he was. Not gonna lie, that guy’s sharing a cell with Michael right now.”
Kenny let out a sharp laugh. “You sure like to talk big. Do you even know what kind of powerhouse Phantom Eye is? Who the hell do you think you are? You actually think you took him down? You must be dreaming before you’ve even gotten into bed.”
Andrew smirked. “So, you don’t believe me, huh, old dog?”
Kenny’s tone turned even more sinister. “Believe you? I wouldn’t believe a single word out of your mouth. I’m not here to waste time with you. Are you letting Michael go or not?”
Andrew spoke calmly. “I’ve already told you my conditions. As long as you swear not to threaten or make a move against the Jameson family head, I’ll let him go.”
Kenny gritted his teeth. “All this for that little whore Lauren? Have you ever thought about what you’re doing? You’re playing with fire, and you’re gonna burn yourself alive!”
Andrew’s expression darkened. “This isn’t just about Lauren. First of all, I have no intention of letting that scumbag Michael walk free. And second, Lauren is my woman. If she’s in trouble, of course, I’ll step in.”
Kenny sneered. “Alright, you asked for this. You little bastard, I’ll be heading to Jayrodale tomorrow morning with my son-in-law. By then, your own family will be preparing a funeral feast for you!”
Andrew scoffed. “Even if you bring in the Golding family, they mean nothing to me. But if you push too far, then I’ll make sure you take Michael’s corpse home with you.”
Kenny nearly choked on his own rage, the anger lodging in his chest like a boulder. “Fine! Don’t do anything stupid. I’ll be in Jayrodale tomorrow to negotiate in person. As long as Michael is still breathing, we can talk about anything. But you better remember–if he’s dead, I’ll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life!”
For once, Kenny did not waste another word. He simply hung up the call, firm and decisive.
Andrew let out a mocking laugh and tossed the phone back to Natasha. “Get Dylan ready. Tomorrow, the Golding family will finally make their move.”
Natasha nearly fumbled the phone in her hands and let out a bitter chuckle. “One Phantom Eye was already terrifying enough. Darling, you’re not actually planning to go head-to-head with Kenny and the Golding family, are you?”
Andrew scoffed. “Head-to-head? They’re not even worth my time.”
Since Marvin wanted him to stir up chaos, he would act exactly how he pleased, without holding back. After all, he was the prodigious heir of the Lloyds. He had never been the type to bow his head to anyone.
Now that the first layer of his martial seal had been unlocked, he had even less reason to hesitate. Back in Chetvine, he had already proven that he could dominate. A mere provincial capital like Gabo Creek? Nothing but child’s play.
“Stay the night, will you? Tomorrow, we might have to face off against the Golding family. I’m a little scared… I want you to stay with me.”
The West End headquarters had fallen into complete silence. Only a few dim lights remained on, casting soft glows in the dark.
Natasha had slipped into her most seductive and figure-hugging dress. She wrapped her arms around Andrew’s back, pressing her full, heavy curves against his strong muscles as she whispered her plea.
Andrew’s body tensed, and he let out a dry chuckle. “You say you’re scared, but I think you just have other things in mind.”
Natasha’s delicate fingers began to wander, sliding downward without restraint. She purred, “Of course I do. Or should I say… I want you to do things to me?”