Chapter 923
Andrew smirked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “You see, Kenny, we could’ve settled this like civilized people. A nice, friendly chat, and everyone walks away happy. But no, you had to make it a whole production. Honestly, it’s giving me a headache.”
Kenny clenched his teeth, his voice tight with frustration. “Andrew, I’ve agreed to your terms. Now, are you going to let us go or not?”
Andrew chuckled, shaking his head. “Kenny, we’re all professionals here. Did you really think I’d be that naive? A verbal promise from you isn’t worth much. You think I’d just take your word for it?”
Kenny’s face flushed with anger. “Then what do you want?”
Andrew gestured, and someone handed him a contract. It read: [I, Kenny Rhodes, hereby renounce any claim to the Rhodes family leadership and vow to end all internal family disputes. If I break this oath, may I suffer the curse of having no heirs.]
“Sign it and press your thumbprint here,” Andrew said, sliding the contract toward Kenny.
Kenny stared at the document, his heart boiling with rage. However, he knew he had no choice–sign or face death. Reluctantly, he signed and pressed his thumb onto the paper.
Andrew nodded, satisfied. “This contract is in duplicate. You’ll take one copy, and the other goes to Lauren. So, Kenny, I hope you keep your word.”
Kenny’s face darkened as he glared at Andrew. “Andrew, you’ve gone too far. For Lauren’s sake, you’ve humiliated me, Michael, and even Elon. Do you have any idea what kind of storm you’ve stirred up? Can you even handle the consequences?”
Andrew’s expression remained cold and unshaken. “I’ve dealt with bigger storms than this. The Golding family? They’re small fry compared to what I’ve faced before.”
With a dismissive wave, Andrew turned away. “Let them go.”
Elon struggled to his feet, his face red with humiliation. A few Golding family bodyguards rushed to help him, but he shoved them away. “Mr. Golding, be careful!”
“Get off me! I don’t need your help!” he barked. Once standing, he glared at Andrew’s back, his voice trembling with rage. “Andrew, this isn’t over. I swear to you, I’ll make you pay for this!”
Andrew turned slowly, his eyes narrowing. “Fatty, you’re saying you want to keep this going?”
Elon sneered, his voice dripping with venom. “Go ask around in Blumedale. When have I ever let someone get away with crossing me? Never. And you won’t be the first.”
Andrew’s face hardened, and he ordered, “Restrain him.”
Dylan and Natasha moved swiftly, pinning Elon down.
“What the hell are you doing? If you’ve got the guts, just kill me now! Otherwise, you’ll regret this!” Elon shouted, his face pressed into the floor.
Kenny and Michael exchanged uneasy glances but stayed silent. After Elon’s earlier betrayal, Kenny had no intention of intervening.
Andrew pulled out a small black pill and forced it into Elon’s mouth. Elon fought back, but Andrew kicked him in the gut, causing him to gasp in pain and swallow the pill.
“W–What did you just make me take?” Elon panicked, his voice shaking.
Andrew smirked. “Fatty, you talk a big game, but don’t worry–I’m not going to kill you. That pill is called the Bone–Rotting Elixir. If you don’t get the antidote in three days, your muscles will wither, and your bones will rot. It’s a slow, painful death.”
Elon’s face turned ghostly white.
“Where’s the antidote? Andrew, you bastard, give it to me now!” he screamed, his voice filled with desperation.