Chapter 313
Andrew, Natashia, and Dylan returned to West End with their respective entourages.
Andrew said, “Dylan, I don’t think I need to handle the rest of Madam Vostokoff’s business.”
The chaos he had stirred up was more than enough, and he had no intention of meddling further in the underworld.
Dylan nodded. “Mr. Lloyd, you’ve already done far more than enough for us. Madam Vostokoff and I can handle the rest without troubling you further.”
Natasha chuckled. “Darling, you even managed to divide Atlas and Finley for us. Why not see it through to the end? How about taking Atlas out entirely for us?”
Andrew shook his head without hesitation. “You know my rules, Natasha. I’ve already done. more than enough, far exceeding the value of that so–called medicinal herb you offered me. Isn’t it a bit excessive to keep asking for more?”
Dylan quickly agreed. “Madam Vostokoff, Mr. Lloyd has gone above and beyond for us. Asking him for anything more wouldn’t just break the rules–it would make us look shameless.”
Natasha gave a soft, teasing hum, her tone playful but calculating. “Maybe my request is a bit much, but I didn’t say I wouldn’t compensate you further, darling.”
Andrew raised a brow. “You’ve got more medicinal herbs lying around?”
Natasha shook her head and shot him a sly look. Not herbs, but don’t you think I’m more valuable than some plant?”
Andrew frowned. “Madam Vostokoff, I have no interest in you as a person.‘
If Natasha could produce something genuinely tempting, Andrew wouldn’t mind lending another hand. But if she thought she could freeload, she’d find him far less accommodating.
Natasha clenched her teeth and said, “Darling, are you seriously saying that my value doesn’t even match a single herb?”
Andrew replied honestly, “At least for me, that’s exactly the case.”
Natasha took a deep breath, visibly restraining herself. “Fine. Mark my words, Andrew–I’ll make sure you bow to me one day.”
Her anger and determination were clear, fueled by both frustration and a growing desire’to win him over.
Andrew stood up and made his exit. “Madam Vostokoff, don’t forget the medicinal herb you owe me. I’ll be expecting it soon.
After Andrew left, escorted by his men, Dylan shook his head with a wry smile. “Madam Vostokoff, you’ve spent enough time with Mr. Lloyd to understand his personality by now.
Capter 313
Trying to strong–arm him won’t work–It’s useless, and you’ll only end up losing ”
Natasha imed her hand on the table, her flery temper flaring. “Dylan, shut your damn mouth! Haven’t you noticed how patient and accommodating, I’ve been with him? Any other man would’ve been castrated by now for disrespecting me!”
Dylan blinked, taken aback by her intensity, and sald cautiously, “Madam Vostokoff… you’re not seriously falling for Mr. Lloyd, are you?”
Natasha let out a cold laugh. “Falling for him? Not quite. But someone like him–I have to bring him under West End’s control.”
Dylan shrugged. “You’re stubborn and relentless, so I won’t argue. But if you think you can win over Mr. Lloyd, you might want to rethink that plan.”
Natasha narrowed her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean? You think I’m incapable of handling, Andrew?”
Dylan leaned back and spoke evenly. “Even I’ve never dared to dream of making Mr. Lloyd work for South City. If anything, it’s South City shamelessly sticking close to him, hoping he’d take us under his wing.”
He continued, “Madam Vostokoff, let me warn you–you might want to give up on this idea of using him. Your West End is far too small to contain someone like Andrew.”
Natasha looked uncertain for a moment. “Are you saying Andrew’s background is bigger than he lets on?”
Dylan shook his head. “I don’t know much, and I wouldn’t dare speculate. But trust me messing with Mr. Lloyd is a dangerous game, one you might not survive.”
Natasha scoffed. “Please, who are you trying to scare? I’ve been in this business for years, Dylan. I’ve seen it all–there’s no ‘big situation‘ that could shake me.”
