Chapter 440
Rodney’s words made the skilled fighters behind him burst into raucous laughter. The students stopped their practice to stare at Lauren with strange expressions.
“Rodney, I told you years ago that I wasn’t interested in you,” Lauren said calmly, showing no sign of anger. “Your persistent pursuit might be romantic to some, but even if you offered me the entire Madblade Martial Academy, I wouldn’t give you a second glance.”
Rodney’s face darkened immediately. He had tried to embarrass Lauren, but her sharp tongue had turned the tables on him instead.
A hulking man beside Rodney sneered, “Ms. Rhodes, if you’re going to reject Mr. Sanford, why are you even here?”
“For our money,” Lauren replied curtly.
Dean scoffed. “Atlas owed Rhodes Corporation money, not me. If
hell.”
I want it, go ask him in
Lauren smirked. “Atlas may be dead, but not all Northern District’s people are gone. I know you cleaned out Atlas’s accounts. Dean, are you really going to pretend you don’t owe us?”
Dean laughed arrogantly, glancing at Rodney for approval before continuing. “You’re right, Lauren. I do have all of Northern District’s money now. But why should I give it to you? Whe have you ever heard of someone from the underground voluntarily paying their debts? Go home, Lauren. That 60 million from Rhodes Corporation? Sorry, but you’re not getting it back.
“Think carefully,” Lauren warned icily. “You’re just a stray. Who are you to steal from Rhodes Corporation?”
Dean retorted, “Before, I wouldn’t have dared take money from the Rhodes family. But I’m no stray anymore I’m Mr. Sanford’s man now. You might look down on me, but do you dare disrespect Mr. Sanford?”
Lauren’s expression changed slightly. Dean was cunning, deliberately shifting the conflict toward Madblade Martial Academy. However, she was not one to be intimidated so easily.
“Jerry,” she commanded sharply, “since this dog won’t behave, teach him a lesson!”
Jerry stepped forward with a blank expression. “Dean, do as Ms. Rhodes says, or I’ll beat
you to a pulp.”
“Jerry, don’t try that intimidation routine with me,” Dean snarled. “We’re both martial artists, but you’re the real dog here–a spineless guard dog for the wealthy elite. Who do you think you are to lecture me?”
Jerry’s face turned sinister. “Since you’re asking for death, I’ll grant your wish. I was going to let you live, but now I’ll send you to join Atlas!”
