Rowan looked cold and indifferent. "So what if it is, and so what if it isn''t?"
Evan immediately felt ufortable, his voice rising with frustration. "So you do
know him?"
Rowan''s cheeks turned a little red as she snapped back, "Evan, what are you
trying to say?"
Evan clenched his jaw. "Nothing. I just want to remind you not to forget who you
are. Don''t forget what we are to each other. You''re focused on some random
nobody, so what does that make me?"
Rowan''s expression dimmed, her tone distant. "I don''t want to talk about this
pointless stuff. I''m tired. Let''s head back to the hotel to rest."
Evan kept pace beside her and tried to exin, "Rowan, I wasn''t trying to
interrogate you. I just think that guy isn''t worth your attention. He caused a huge
scene earlier, and now he''s on the Yeagers'' cklist.
"With their influence in Goldridge, they wille after him. Plus, I''ve heard rumors
that Mr. Thornton was recently attacked and is seriously injured. Goldridge is full
of danger right now, and it''s not safe. You''re the president of the Onyx Serpents.
You should focus on our organization, not waste time on some irrelevant little
punk!"
Rowan did not even look back as she replied, "He''s not just some punk. He has a
name, Andrew Lloyd. Five years ago, I was seriously ill. You remember that, right?
It was he who saved my life and healed me. I just want to find him and thank him."
Evan scoffed. "If it''s just gratitude, wait until I find his address. I''ll send ten million
his way. You don''t need to lower yourself like this, chasing after some nobody with
your status."
Rowan did not answer, but her eyes flickered as she quietly spun through ideas.
She was already thinking of ways to ditch Evan and track down Andrew herself.
This time, she would not let that pervert who had touched her all over five years
ago slip through her fingers again.
Elsewhere, the Yeagers'' scouts realized something was off when Andrew still had
not shown up.
One said, "That bastard''s pretty sharp. I''ll have to report to the family that he gave
us the slip. But don''t worry. He''s not getting out of Goldridge."
The scout''s face was grim as he ordered the Yeagers to be notified and then
mobilized his team for a full-city manhunt.
Back at the hotel, Andrew realized Lauren and the girls had not returned yet. He
pulled out his phone and made a call.
"Hey, honey, we''re out shopping!"
Lauren''s voice was cheerful and
lively, with background chatter
clearlying from a busy street.
Andrew chuckled. "Alright, just stay safe ande back soon."
He hung up, then knocked on Zachary''s door next door.
Zachary had already changed into
fresh clothes and was just about to
head out. Seeing Andrew, he smiled.
"Captain, if you''re tired, you don''t
need toe with me! I am already
qualified and need to meet Mr.
Thornton toplete the formal
initiation."
Andrew nodded. "Alright then, I''ll stay behind."
Zachary grinned. "Yeah, you should rest up here or find Ms. Rhodes and the girls.
I''ll have Ruthe with me instead."
So, the two of them packed up and headed out together.
It was obvious that Zachary was thrilled about being epted into Jerome''s inner
circle, which meant everything to him.
And who could me him? Up until now, Zachary had only been an outer disciple
under Jerome, which was little more than a formality.
In martial society, outer disciples were seen as glorified errand boys. They had
almost no status.
Only inner disciples, or personal
disciples, were considered true
followers. They were officially
brought into the master''s lineage
and guided along their martial path.
Zachary bing Jerome''s student was a huge leap forward.
Andrew felt genuinely happy for him. After all, Jerome was not just any martial
artist; he was a martial saint.
Even Andrew had to acknowledge that much.