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Michael, mind your own business and go back to your figurines collection,” Lauren snapped coldly.
The reminder of his embarrassing hobby filled Michael with rage and humiliation.
“Lauren, that pretty boy you’re protecting is a dead man walking,” Michael growled. Considering Harvey’s temperament, I’ll rip my own head off and let him use it as a soccer ball if Andrew makes it out of the Weller residence today.”
Just then, Harvey emerged from the platform with a dark expression. He shot Andrew at venomous glare before forcing a smile and announcing, “Everyone, please leave. It’s my father’s funeral, and I don’t want to cause a scene. The Weller family’s mercy extends just this once.”
Someone from the crowd asked about the elder’s hasty departure, and Harvey’s face twitched with barely contained rage.
Still, he maintained his facade and replied, “Our elder is formidable and has protected the Weller family for years. He’s just tired after multiple fights and needs some rest.”
“Mr. Weller, Andrew’s right here. Surely you won’t let him go?” Michael shouted.
Andrew nodded with exaggerated eagerness and added, “Yes, Mr. Weller, I’m right here. Come and get me.”
His eager cooperation left Finley and Michael dumbfounded. They wondered if this fool had truly become suicidal.
At that moment, Harvey wanted nothing more than to strangle Michael for interfering. Though he desperately wanted to take Andrew down, he knew he could not–not with one elder down and the other unwilling to fight.
“Andrew, I won’t touch you today out of respect for my father,” Harvey declared darkly. “But we’ll settle our accounts soon enough.‘
With that, he turned and walked away.
Michael, Finley, and Atlas stood in shock. “Mr. Weller, are you really letting him go? What about the Weller family’s reputation?”
As Michael tried to follow Harvey, Lauren blocked his path with a smirk. “Weren’t you going to rip your head off if Andrew walked out of here? Well, we’re waiting!”
Red–faced with embarrassment, Michael huffed, ‘Mr. Weller said he’s letting Andrew go because of his father’s funeral. You should consider yourselves lucky he’s alive.”
“So you’re going back on your words?” Andrew asked with raised eyebrows.
When Michael exploded with anger, Andrew stepped forward and delivered a sharp slap across
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his face.
The impact knocked Michael’s glasses askew, and blood streamed from his nose. “You bastard, how dare you hit me! I’ll-”
Before he could finish his threat, Andrew landed several more ruthless slaps, turning
Michael’s face into a swollen, bright red mess.
