Chapter 918
Andrew simply stared at him, his expression unchanging. "Is there another fatty around here that I’m missing?”
Elon’s face twisted into a vicious grin, his laughter growing louder and more menacing. “You’ve got some nerve, kid, talking to me like that. Fine, I’ll give you one chance. Listen carefully.”
He puffed out his chest, clearly enjoying the sound of his own voice. “I am Elon Golding, the eldest son of the Golding family from Blumedale. Remember that.”
After his grand speech, Elon paused, looking down at Andrew with disdain, expecting him to be awestruck and drop to his knees in submission.
Instead, Andrew responded with one word, “Idiot.”
Kenny exploded in rage. “Elon, do you see now? This little punk won’t learn until he’s crushed. Just take him out already!”
Elon was seething. He had just announced his prestigious background, and this nobody, Andrew, had the audacity to call him an idiot. It was clear–Andrew was asking for death.
“Kill him!” Elon barked, stepping back into the protective circle of his bodyguards. He crossed his arms, ready to watch the show.
Over 100 elite bodyguards, all former special forces operatives, turned their cold, predatory gazes toward Andrew. They were ready to strike. Elon had booked the entire hotel for this very purpose–to give his men the space to deal with Andrew without interference.
Up on the second floor of the hotel lobby, two figures watched the scene unfold.
Jameson and Tiana stood silently, their expressions grim.
Tiana sneered. “Do you see now how reckless this kid is? He just called Elon an idiot to his face. And you said you admired his boldness? Please. This isn’t boldness–it’s suicide.”
Jameson’s face was serious. “Arguing won’t help. We need to step in and help this young man. At the very least, he has the courage to stand up to Elon head-on.”
Tiana snorted. “Help? How? Those hundred bodyguards down there are handpicked from the Golding family’s private security force. Even if we could stop them, don’t forget–Elon brought a half-step martial king with him. If that guy shows up, even I won’t be able to do anything."
Jameson frowned deeply, about to respond, when he saw Andrew below grab Michael and hoist him up. A gleaming knife appeared in Andrew’s hand, pressed firmly against Michael’s throat.
Tiana gasped. “What is he doing? Is he trying to go down in a blaze of glory against the Golding family? This is madness!”
Downstairs, Andrew held Michael hostage, his voice cold and mocking. “Go ahead, fatty. Tell your men to make a move. But just know–if anyone so much as twitches, I’ll slit this guy’s throat.”
Kenny panicked. “Elon, stop them! Michael is my heir. He can’t die!”
Elon was furious, his voice a low growl. “Andrew, do you really have a death wish? Let him go, and I’ll make sure your death is quick.”
Andrew smirked. “Big talk, fatty. But I’m not letting him go. What are you gonna do about it? If you give the order, Michael dies first.”
Chapter 916
With that, Andrew pressed the knife harder, and a thin line of blood appeared on Michael’s neck.
Michael screamed, his voice trembling with fear. “Elon, listen to him! Do what he says! This guy’s a maniac–he’ll kill me if you push him. I don’t want to die!”
Elon pointed a shaking finger at Andrew, his voice rising to a roar. “You little bastard, you might not realize this, but your woman is in my hands right now. Let Michael go and cut off your own arms and legs. If you don’t, I’ll have Francesca killed!”