Chapter 286
Antonio trembled in anger as he exclaimed in disbelief, “That pretty boy is stick thin! How could he possibly take down Griffin? It must be Dylan spreading smoke and mirrors.”
Natasha smirked with a shake of her head. “I doubt it. Andrew has already proven himself at the Weller residence. He faced off against their senior fighter and walked away unscathed. How many people do you think could manage that?”
Antonio fell silent, his brow furrowing in thought.
Someone spoke up, “But Madam, the Northern District is incredibly powerful. We were better off staying neutral–allying with Dylan’s South City is practically declaring war on Atlas.”
“I thought the same way before,” Natasha replied. “But Andrew was right–Atlas is ambitious and cunning. If we do nothing while he takes down Dylan, West End will be next on his list.”
Antonio voiced his concerns, “That’s true, but Northern District isn’t just Atlas–there’s also Finley. How confident can we be even with South City’s help?”
Natasha smiled mysteriously and said casually, “Everyone, get some rest. Don’t worry about our chances. Just trust me. Andrew really opened my eyes tonight. His strategic mind is truly terrifying!”
Antonio frowned, noticing Natasha’s flushed cheeks and subtle allure. “Madam, you’ve been single for years… you’re not actually interested in that pretty boy, are you?”
Natasha’s blush deepened as she snapped, “Antonio, aren’t you overstepping? Besides, as a widow running this massive West End operation do you know how much pressure I’m under? Is it really too much to have some fun with a man I like?”
Antonio cleared his throat awkwardly. “Madam, we understand your position. But someone of your status can have fun; just don’t get serious. Andrew might be clever and have some combat skills, but he’s a nobody. You deserve at least a prominent family’s son or a powerful leader.”
The other executives chimed in. “Exactly! Madam, your status demands someone from our level, someone worthy of West End.”
“What if I just happen to like Andrew?” Natasha purred with aradiant smile.
Antonio scoffed heavily. “If he wants into your bed, that boy better bring something valuable to West End. A pretty face and smooth talk aren’t enough.”
“Enough, you all look pathetic,” Natasha said in frustration. “I really did want to get him into bed tonight, but the damned boy kept refusing me–it was almost humiliating.”
Antonio stroked his beard and sneered. “Young people these days think they’re so clever. He’s probably just playing hard to get, like some social media dating strategy. It’s ridiculous.”
