Chapter 936

"We'll tag-team you and drain you dry!" Francesca teased with a smirk.

Andrew waved her off, signaling it was time to get serious. "Lauren and her parents headed back to Blumedale, right?"

Francesca nodded. "Yeah, they left early this morning to attend Michael's funeral."

She hesitated before asking, "Andrew, was Michael's death really your doing?"

Andrew could read her like a book. She was softening, clearly having second thoughts.

However, Andrew was not the type to show mercy-not to someone like Michael, who had practically written his own death sentence.

"If I said it wasn't me, would you believe me?" he replied calmly, deflecting the question.

you say, I'll believe it. You

"That's my girl. Then tonight, wash up and be

the conversation to take that sharp of a turn and blushed

It was just Cedric holding the place down, so whenever she had free time, she would swing

hands-off boss and did absolutely nothing. Instead, he drove his G-Wagon straight to West End's

operations in Blumedale. As the man behind a billion-dollar empire, Andrew knew he would have to make an appearance there soon.

Shiloh had captured

point, the West End dungeon was holding

by it. Since when did guys at the semi- martial king level get thrown into lockup

and finally came face to face with the

a menacing presence. His long, jet-black hair hung downin a

martial arts flick.

balls, I'll give you that. Reuben's

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