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Andrew waved a hand dismissively. “I don’t have time to explain everything to you, and even if I did, you wouldn’t understand it anyway. You just need to know this–if you want to save your father, then do exactly what I tell you to.”
Logan looked uncertain and shot a quick glance at Chantelle as if to ask, “Who is this guy your brought along, and what’s with the ego?”
Chantelle’s face darkened. “Mr. Keller, this man is Andrew Lloyd–he came at Mr.
McCormick’s recommendation. But honestly, you don’t have to take him seriously. Just carry on with your own plans–ignore him.”
However, Logan shook his head and turned toward Andrew. “Dr. Lloyd, go ahead. Tell me what you need. As long as it’ll help my father, I’ll make it happen.”
His respectful tone stunned Chantelle. She wondered if Logan was out of his mind for believing Andrew just like that.
Andrew smiled. “My request is actually pretty simple. If I’m going to treat your father, I expect to be compensated. So, I want access to all the rare herbs and elixirs your Keller family has stored.”
Logan thought it over, then nodded. “That’s not an issue. We’ve got a few rare items in the vault.”
Andrew added, “Bring them all. I’ll pick just one.”
Logan immediately gave the order without hesitation, completely cooperative.
Chantelle could not hold back any longer. “Mr. Keller, you’re set to become the future head of the Keller family. How can you place your trust in Andrew so easily? That’s incredibly reckless -it’s nothing like the careful judgment you’re known for.”
As George’s successor, Logan was destined to lead the most fearsome of the Five Apex Families. If he were this gullible, the Keller family would be doomed.
Nonetheless, Chantelle knew full well that Logan’s gentle exterior was deceptive. Among Blumedale’s younger generation, there were few who could truly match him. Of course, that was without counting the heirs of the Three Titans.
Logan chuckled and replied, “Ms. Garcia, before I answer that, I need one thing from your please promise me you won’t get angry when I say it.”
Chantelle frowned, unsure where this was going, and coldly said, “Go ahead. I don’t get angry easily,”
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Logan glanced at Andrew, a sly smile playing on his lips. “To be honest, the reason I believe Dr. Lloyd might actually be legit… is because I overheard your conversation earlier.
“A man who dares to ask you to strip for him is either completely insane and suicidal, or he’s the kind of calm, calculating beast who hides his strength and plays the fool. And I’d rather believe Dr. Lloyd is the second kind.”
The moment those words left his mouth, Chantelle was stunned. These shameless men were treating her body like part of some private bet.
Andrew laughed out loud. “Mr. Keller, well said. You’ve got sharp eyes.”
Logan smiled back. “Dr. Lloyd, you flatter me. Compared to your guts, I’ve got a long way to go.”
To be bold enough to demand a glimpse of Chantelle’s body? Logan could not help but admire
him.
In Blumedale, Chantelle was no ordinary woman. She was Derek’s top aide–his trusted right
hand.
She was the perfect paradox: cold as ice, and breathtakingly beautiful. No man could look at her and not be tempted. Yet, temptation was useless as no one would dare to act on it.
Few could even handle her rarely–displayed but terrifying combat skills. Yet, Andrew had walked straight into the fire without hesitation.
Even Logan, born into power, had to give the man credit.
Just then, a loud shout erupted from deep within the estate, followed by the sounds of a violent scuffle.
Logan’s face changed. He sprinted forward. “Damn it, Father’s having another episode!”
Andrew and Chantelle immediately followed close behind. They rushed into the inner chambers and found the space deserted–except for two people.
An elderly man with silver hair, dressed in a light robe, stood at the center. His features strongly resembled Logan’s, though his presence was far more commanding.
This was the Keller family patriarch, George.
The second figure was none other than Mosby, the famed doctor of Blumedale, whom Andrew had once seen at the Phelan estate.
Mosby stood with one arm behind his back, the other extended as he gripped a few silver needles. His voice rose in a desperate shout. “Mr. Keller Senior, please–calm yourself! If you
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don’t calm down, I can’t treat you!”
George’s face was twisted with tension, his eyes clouded by madness. He did not hear a word Mosby said. Instead, he roared and launched both fists at the doctor in a full–on rage. (2)
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