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Andrew shook his head. “Madam Vostokoff, despite what you say, I’d like to confirm this myself. I have my own principles, and if my plan ends up harming innocent people, I wouldn’t
Natasha chuckled, “I understand you’re kind–hearted, Mr. Lloyd. Actually, after your insights, I already have a plan to create conflict between Finley and Atlas. Tomorrow, as West End’s leader, I’ll host a gala here. Atlas’s attention–seeking mistress will definitely show up uninvited, and as our honored guest, you can see for yourself if what I said is true.”
“That works. I’ll come see for myself tomorrow, Andrew agreed.
Dylan grinned. “It’s a great plan. At the gala, you can set the stage for that pervert Finley to make his move on Atlas‘ mistress. Sparks will fly for sure.”
Natasha smirked. “Knowing Finley’s nature, he won’t be able to resist her. And that woman’s no saint either they’ll hit it off immediately.”
Andrew checked his watch. “It’s getting late, Dylan. We should go.”
Dylan stood up, feeling relieved. “Thank goodness you came with me, Mr. Lloyd. What seemed like a huge problem got solved just like that–it feels great.”
Natasha stood up as well and gave Andrew a meaningful look. “Mr. Lloyd, it’s so late. Why don’t you stay here in West End for the night?”
“What about me, Madam Vostokoff?” Dylan joked.
The warmth drained from Natasha’s smile as she said flatly, “Mr. Garner, I think you’d be more comfortable heading back to South City. My place is a little too modest to host you.”
Dylan was stunned but then shook his head with a forced laugh. The difference in treatment was truly something else.
“Mr. Lloyd, would you like to stay?” Dylan asked Andrew.
In his view, since Natasha was being so forward, Andrew might as well stay and enjoy himself with her. Though Natasha’s intentions were not innocent, Andrew had nothing to lose–he could have a passionate night with the infamous black widow and gain closer ties with West End.
Andrew just felt a headache coming on. While Natasha had been dropping hints all night; Lauren and Francesca had been bombarding his phone with messages. Hence, he had no interest in anything happening with Natasha.
After Andrew and Dylan left, Natasha called out to the hallway, “You can all come in now.”
West End’s top fighters, who had been waiting outside, immediately entered the conference
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room.
“Madam, are you really going to ally with South City against Northern District?” Antonio Torres, an elderly man with graying facial hair asked.
“Yes,” Natasha replied seriously. “We almost fell for Atlas’s scheme. If it weren’t for Andrew, who came with Dylan and opened my eyes, West End might have been in danger.‘
Antonio was a highly respected figure in West End, and he scoffed. “In my opinion, Dylan and Andrew probably don’t have good intentions either. Every organization in Jayrodale’s underworld is just waiting for others to fall so they can take over.”
Natasha waved dismissively. “Antonio, that’s unfair. That pretty boy isn’t just good–looking- his insight and knowledge are extraordinary. More importantly, Dylan accidentally revealed that Andrew was the one who killed Griffin. Don’t you think there’s more to this young man than meets the eye?”
