Chapter 138
Christina felt utterly helpless. Even her position as CEO of Stevens Corporation meant little when dealing with shameless thugs like this.
However, she was reluctant to call Harvey because she did not want to appear helpless and dependent on him for everything.
Yet here she was, watching her mother and brother get assaulted right in front of her while their material supply deal evaporated. Stevens Corporation had lost on all fronts, gaining nothing but humiliation.
As Conan reached the door, Andrew, who had remained silent until now, blocked his path. Mr. Huxley, you can’t just assault people and walk away like nothing happened.”
Conan raised an eyebrow and scoffed. “And who the hell are you? If you don’t want to get hurt, I suggest you get out of my way.”
Andrew met his gaze without flinching. “I’m the other project manager. You’re free to 1 our business, but attacking people on my turf crosses a line.”
Conan burst into exaggerated laughter. “Your turf? I crossed a line? That’s hilarious! I don’t even care about Stevens Corporation, so who are you to challenge me?”
“I’m giving you one more chance,” Andrew growled. “Apologize and pay for their medical expenses or face the consequences.”
Conan’s face darkened instantly. Behind them, Irene and Leroy had managed to get up, looking disheveled.
“This idiot doesn’t know what he’s getting into! He’s trying to get himself killed,” Leroy muttered through clenched teeth.
“Andrew, let it go,” Christina called out. “Just let them leave. We’ll find another supplier.”
Conan smirked. “You hear that? Even Stevens Corporation won’t mess with me. Who do you think you are?”
His burly bodyguards looked at Andrew with disdain, but Andrew stood his ground. “Stevens Corporation is Stevens Corporation. I’m different You attacked people on my turf, so you’ll follow my rules. Otherwise, everyone will think they can walk all over our South City project.”
Conan’s patience snapped. “You’re really trying to make this a big deal, huh? Fine! Take him down!” He barked at his men, his temper flaring
“Who the hell does this guy think he is? I’m the CEO of Thrive Enterprise. Does he seriously think I have to follow his rules? Get real!”
Christina and the others watched in shock as the bodyguards rushed Andrew. However, the moment they got close, all five muscular men were sent flying as if hit by a wrecking ball.
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Their bodies slammed into the ground, and not one of them could stand back up, writhing and groaning in pain.
The smug grin on Conan’s face disappeared, replaced with stunned disbelief. He stared at his men sprawled on the ground like broken dolls and stammered, “H–How dare you hurt my guys? You’re dead. Do you hear me? You’re dead!”
Conan broke into a cold sweat as he fumbled for his phone to call for backup.
Andrew’s face remained expressionless as he stepped forward and slapped Conan hard enough to make his jaw twist.
“You little punk! How dare you hit me!” Conan roared with rage, his face contorted. “I’ll kill you for this!”
He could not believe this nobody had not only taken down his bodyguards but dared to strike him. He would simply not tolerate this humiliation.
“Really? I’d like to see you try.” Andrew sneered, delivering several more stinging slaps to Conan’s face.”
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