hapter 843


    After being vited by Rodney, Aspen developed a deep-seated hatred for men. It had worsened over time, turning into something almost pathological.


    She could not stand being near any man, let alone strip in front of hundreds of West End''s men to serve them.


    Andrew looked at her, his expression cold and indifferent. “Take it off. Or, I''ll personally take you to see how the Stevens family in Bridgefields is wiped out. You know better than anyone that erasing your family would be effortless for me."


    Aspen let out a bitterugh. "Andrew, you''re ruthless. Fine, I''ll do it."


    Due to her recklessness, the Stevens family had nearly facedplete


    destruction. Now that they had barely escaped the jaws of death, she would never let them fall into ruin again.


    With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned her blouse and slowly slipped it off, revealing her smooth skin.


    Natasha watched with amusement. "I have to admit, her body and skin are wless. Darling, are you sure you don''t want to take my suggestion? She could make a fortune selling herself. With that face and figure, men would be lining up for her."


    Andrew respondedzily, "I''ll think about it. It all depends on how she performs. If she disappoints me, I''ll leave her to you to deal with."


    Hearing their conversation, Aspen''s resentment deepened, turning into an overwhelming sense of fear. Her remaining pride and defiance were being stripped away, piece by piece, by Andrew.


    As she swallowed her humiliation and reached behind her back to unsp her bra, Andrew raised a hand and said tly, "That''s enough. Put your clothes back on. You''re too t-nothing worth showing."


    Aspen froze, then her face twisted with fury. "Andrew, do you think this is funny?" Andrew''s tone remained indifferent. “I''m your master now. When I tell you to strip, you strip. When I tell you to get dressed, you get dressed. Don''t question me. Just do as you''re told-understood?"


    He stared at Aspen with utter disdain.


    "... Understood!" She forced the word through clenched teeth, her entire body shaking with suppressed rage.


    She had wanted tosh out with some biting remark, but Andrew''s cold, sharp gaze made her swallow her words.


    Natasha looped her arm around


    Andrewne


    giggled. "Darling,


    with me. Let''s check out


    End''stest recruits."


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    Andrew smirked. "Alright. I hope you''ve got something impressive to show me."


    Natasha beamed. "Of course! You won''t be disappointed."


    Soon, she led Andrew and Aspen into West End''s training hall. Inside, over a hundred shirtless, muscr men were hard at work, shouting as they pushed through rigorous drills.


    Some were sparring, others were practicingplex maneuvers, and


    Vere swinging long swords


    and knives, engaging in realbat.


    On the sidelines, Conan and a few other trainers were instructing them on striking


    techniques and footwork.


    Natasha grinned. "So, what do you think of my guys?"


    Andrew nodded. "They''re decent."


    Natasha pouted. “Just decent? Come on, you''re way too picky."


    Aspen seized the opportunity to throw in a sarcastic remark "If I''m not picky, how


    else would I make myself seem special?"


    Aspen scoffed. "It''s not ''special''-it''s just putting on a show."


    Natasha smirked. "You see? Even Aspen thinks my men are impressive. Darling, you''re just too hard to please!”