Chapter 229  Christina’s voice was stiff as she said, “But this time, what I’ve done for you should be enough. to repay everything you’ve done for me.”  Andrew frowned and asked coldly, “So even now, you’re still focused on settling some  imaginary debt with me? Still determined to make sure that you and Stevens Corporation owe me absolutely nothing?”  Christina turned her head away, her voice rigid. “That’s right. I don’t want to owe you anything.”  Andrew let out a mocking laugh. “You never owed me anything to begin with. Now, move aside. Didn’t Harvey claim he wanted to teach me a lesson? I’m giving him his chance.”  Christina was taken aback but quickly recovered and scolded him, “Andrew, do you even know what you’re doing? Step back! Harvey brought one of his family’s top enforcers. If you keep this up, everything I just compromised for will mean nothing!”  Andrew gently pushed her aside, his tone calm but firm. “First of all, I never needed you to compromise for me. Secondly, if he thinks he can strut around on my turf, I’m going to show him exactly what happens to pretentious losers.”  Harvey stood there dumbfounded for a second before bursting into laughter, as though he had just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.  “Mr. Fletcher, did you hear what this idiot just said?” Harvey mocked. “I was kind enough to let him go, and yet here he is, practically begging to get himself killed. Isn’t that just hilarious?  Harvey’s laughter grew louder as he gestured toward Zayne and the dozen Weller family bodyguards surrounding them.  Zayne remained indifferent, just flicking his sleeve in a display of arrogant superiority. “I rarely bother to dirty my hands, but when I do, there will be blood,” he said with a cold snort.  He added, “Kid, surviving this long was nothing but luck. If you’re determined to die, not even God can save you.”  The bodyguards broke into mocking laughter, their scorn unmistakable.  “What a joke! Mr. Fletcher himself is here, and this idiot still dares to act tough. Does he have a death wish or what?”  “Mr. Fletcher won’t even need to break a sweat to deal with this guy. Honestly, I admire his courage to go looking for his own funeral!”  “Mr. Weller, I think we should teach this punk a lesson. At least break a leg or two, or people might start thinking you and Mr. Fletcher are running a charity!”  Harvey pointed at Andrew, sneering. “Andrew, did you hear that? I know you’ve got a little bit  +25 BONUS  Chapter 229  of skill, and you like to show off, but there’s a limit to everything. Do you think I’d dare to mess with you if I didn’t have Mr. Fletcher by my side?”  Andrew’s expression remained icy. “I don’t care if you brought Mr. Fletcher, or even dragged your half–dead father along with you. Since you’re causing trouble in my hospital, I’m going to make sure you pay for your insolence.”  Before anyone could respond, Andrew moved. Harvey had not even pulled his pointing finger back when Andrew grabbed it with lightning speed.  Then, a loud crack echoed in the room as Harvey’s finger was crushed under Andrew’s grip.  However, it did not end there. In a blur of motion, Andrew’s foot lashed out, striking Harvey in the stomach with brutal precision.  Harvey let out a guttural scream as he clutched his stomach and flew backward, slamming to the ground with a thud.  “My hand! My hand!” Harvey wailed, his voice a mix of agony and rage.  “Mr. Fletcher, kill him! Kill him now!” The once–proud heir of the Weller family lay sprawled on the floor, shrieking pathetically.