Chapter 280

Natasha's expression darkened; a chill ran down her spine. Andrew's harsh words struck with undeniable truth—she had nearly fallen into Atlas and Finley's trap. "I understand your eagerness to embrace their scheme," Andrew continued calmly. "You sought South City's elimination to seize a share of the spoils. Your ambition is considerable, Madam Vostokoff—West End also desires dominance."

"Unfortunately, greed often exposes weaknesses," Andrew added with mock concern. "As a woman in this business, you should exercise more caution when playing games with cunning men like Atlas."

His patronizing tone made Natasha grind her teeth. While this was her first lecture from such a young man, she couldn't deny the truth of his words. She had been ambitious, swayed by Atlas's promises.

"Mr. Giordano, Mr. Moore, leave. You are no longer welcome in West End," Natasha ordered through clenched teeth.

"Madam Vostokoff, you can't believe this pretty boy's baseless accusations?" Atlas exploded.

"Consider your choice carefully," Finley threatened, his face dark with anger. "Remain neutral, or if West End interferes, Mr. Giordano and I will be forced to eliminate you as well."

Andrew chuckled. "You see, Madam Vostokoff? Their true colors. They had no good intentions—they've played you for a fool from the start."

"Get out, both of you!" Natasha roared. "And Finley, you think I fear you? Try touching West End. I'd relish seeing what Hidden Dragons' lapdog is truly made of!"

Even Andrew offered an appreciative glance—she displayed the fierce spirit that earned her the Black Widow nickname. West End's enforcers redirected their weapons toward Atlas and Finley, their bloodlust evident.

One shouted, "You backstabbing sons of bitches! If Mr. Lloyd hadn't warned us, we'd have fallen right into your trap!"

"Madam, let's finish these traitors here and now," several more aggressive members suggested, gripping their weapons tightly.

The color drained from Atlas and Finley's faces as the situation turned against them.

"Think carefully, Natasha," Atlas warned, sweat beading on his forehead. "If anything happens to Mr. Moore and me on your territory, Jayrodale's underworld will descend into chaos."

Chapter 280 (Continued)

"If anything happens to me, West End won't survive the consequences!" Finley threatened.

"Let them leave," Natasha ordered with a cold smile. "But remember this, Atlas—West End will no longer cooperate with the Northern District. Your dream of ruling Jayrodale's underworld is dead."

As Atlas and Finley passed Andrew, Atlas paused, pure hatred in his eyes. "You ruined my plans. I won't forget tonight's humiliation. Continue making enemies, and you'll meet your end."

"Worry about yourself, Mr. Giordano," Andrew replied casually. "You never know when your luck might run out."

Back at Northern District headquarters, Atlas exploded in rage. He screamed at Finley, "Why threaten Natasha? We almost convinced her neutrality! Why provoke her, you idiot?"

Finley wiped Atlas's spittle from his face, his expression dark. "How is this my fault? Andrew ruined everything by appearing unexpectedly!"

Atlas smashed his fist through a table, his eyes cold with fury. "You're right—it was all Andrew. He destroyed our perfect plan!"

"We need to kill that worthless punk. I can't stand another day with him alive!" Finley seethed.

"He will die, but we must be patient," Atlas replied. "We need to strike swiftly. We should eliminate either Dylan or Natasha first. Eliminating one side quickly leaves the other vulnerable."

"Let's hit West End first," Finley suggested with a vicious grin. "I want that ungrateful witch Natasha to suffer."

Atlas scoffed. "You're still thinking about women at a time like this? It doesn't matter which we eliminate first—South City or West End. We must act before they join forces."

Finley leered. "You're too old to appreciate finer things, Mr. Giordano. A powerful woman like Natasha is the ultimate prize."

"Help me control Jayrodale's underworld," Atlas offered with a smile, "and Natasha will be yours."

"You have my word!" Finley agreed eagerly, licking his lips.