GoodNovelChapter 1115 On the path to the summit of The Sovereign Residences, the tall colonel, Xavier Haywood, eldest son and rising star of the Haywoods, casually remarked, "Ms.
Phelan, that man back there...
Andrew, was it?" Luna replied, "Yes.
That's Andrew Lloyd." Xavier smirked.
"Turns out he's got quite the reputation.
Apparently, he's already butted heads with my little brother, Seth.
But the real joke? He's somehow pissed off the Goldings enough to earn a blood hunt.
It's quite impressive that he's gotten multiple major families going after him in Blumedale." Luna frowned.
"Oh? He's managed to provoke your family too?" Xavier chuckled.
"Surprisedas well.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFor a nobody from Jayrodale, he's...
oddly efficient at making enemies.
That's quite a talent!" Luna's delicate brows drew tighter, her voice laced with icy reproach.
"Talent? All I see is a dead man walking." Xavier's smile darkened.
"You sound almost...
concerned, Ms.
Phelan." Luna remained indifferent.
"Pity is all I feel.
Colonel Haywood, Andrew once treated my grandfather.
A minor service, but one my family acknowledges.
So while I don't care what becomes of him, excessive handling in Blumedale would reflect poorly on my family's honor." Xavier laughed, waving a dismissive hand.
"Ms.
Phelan, relax.
This nobody is barely worth my family's noticeonly my useless little brother Seth bothers with him.
If the Haywoods truly wanted him gone? One word, and he'd vanish before sunset." Luna gave a curt nod.
"Then I'll consider this a favor." Xavier was overjoyed, though he kept his tone carefully measured, his posture flawlessly poised.
"Luna, such words aren't necessary between us.
Since our military days, my oath stands: I'd do anything for youeven if I have to pay with my life." Xavier's voice dripped with honeyed devotion, each word polished to amoving sheen.
With a blank face, Luna said, "Colonel Haywood, you know I have no interest in sentimental nonsense.
Consider this your first and last warning." Xavier laughed smoothly, offering a practiced apology that maintained every inch of his aristocratic grace.
But beneath the charm, his gaze darkened.
He thought, 'Andrew, was it? You could spit at the Haywood nfor all I carea cockroach's defiance means nothing.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut make Luna speak for you? That's a privilege no man gets to keep.
Luna's group strolled through the gates of The Sovereign Residences without a second glance, while Andrew and Aspen remained barred.
Aspen hissed, "Haven't you humiliated us enough? If you won't leave, Iwill!" ---- The earlier scene had been mortifying.
Luna, that untouchable prodigy, might ignore ants like her, but the colonel? He was clearly one of Blumedale's golden boys, likely the scion of a powerhouse family. Yet, Andrew had dared to block his path.
One wrong word, and they would be corpses in a ditch.
Andrew remained unfazed.
"Relax.
The person I'm waiting for is arriving now." He thought, 'A colonel? In m another life, the max won't even be fit to polish m my boots." Before long, a luxury car pulled up, and Zachary and Ruth stepped out of it. "M-Mr.
Lloyd!"
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