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---- Chapter 1922 The cold morning wind was sharp and biting. Behind Serenity Villa, Andrew was back to his
usual routine, leading his five top students through morning drills and martial arts training. Only today, there was
one extra face in the lineup: Eric. This pampered brat usually slept in like a hibernating bear, refusing to get up
before noon. Unfortunately for him, he was now in Andrew's hands. "Join the workout. It'll be good for your
health," Andrew said casually. "No thanks.
You guys knock yourselves out. | don't need this," Eric replied flatly. "Eric, | wasn't asking for your opinion. I'm
telling you to do as | say," Andrew said with no room for negotiation. "And I'm telling you, Andrew, | don't need
you hovering over my life. Doa favor: get out and close the door on your way." Two muffled thuds echoed,
followed by the sound of the bed crashing. Eric cdown a few minutes later, face grim and lip bruised.
He was clearly there not by choice, joining the group in the ---- freezing air. If looks could kill, Andrew would have
been dead long ago Moving his wrist, Andrew watched from behind and muttered, "I tried asking nicely, but you
really thought | was Mr. Thornton, someone who'd just let you do whatever you want. Kids don't shape up
without discipline, and weirdos don't behave without correction!" Lauren's internal energy had grown more
ferocious. One casual strike from her now stung like fire.
Francesca's physical techniques were taking form beautifully. However, her chest bounced with distracting
rhythm every tshe moved, and Andrew silently cursed himself for noticing. It felt like someone else was
reaping the visual benefits of his hard work. Aspen twirled her dagger with increasing flair, her assassin's aura
becoming more refined by the day. All three of his women were practically ready to graduate.
For ordinary opponents, any one of them could take care of business without breaking a sweat. Across the frozen
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtartificial lake, a young man in white stepped onto the ice and strolled toward them. Surprisingly, he smiled at
Andrew, as if the two were old friends. ---- Andrew stepped forward and held out a hand to stop him. Joe smirked.
"What now? Still mad aboutwalking into your turf? Too bad. Master Shiloh askedto swing by today.
She needs a ride to her part-tjob." Andrew asked, "Where's your car?" Joe nodded toward the driveway.
"Right outside your front gate. The red one." Andrew raised a brow. "That red Bugatti? The one worth tens of
millions?" Joe's smile widened. "That's the one. Nothing but the best to drive Master Shiloh to work. | know it's a
little modest, but I'll keep working hard until | can get her something even better." Andrew watched the guy show
off and felt a rising urge to smack him.
He sneered, "You're not giving her a
ride... You're hitting on her, aren't
you?" Joe's face flushed, but he
stayed calm. "That's Kor of youn
busines; Agdrew) No /if you'll
ekelle me, Master Shiloh's waiting."
Andrew did not move. Instead, he
said, "Your car is too flashy and way
too expensive. You can drive her if
you want, but you're switching to a
tricycle. Pedal-powered.” -— Joe's
expression twisted. "You wantto
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You really think someone from the
Driscoll family would ride around like
that?" Andrew laughed coldly. "Why
not? And letian thipgretear:
Joe, yoR{getting nywhere near
shilbh with those intentions. Her
mind's regressing. That's a symptom
of her ageless syndrome. But just
because she has an incurable illness
doesn't mean she's yours to
manipulate.” Joe's voice turned
sharp. "Andrew, you'd better watch
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