Chapter 391
After her initial shock, Natasha’s face flushed with embarrassment and anger, refusing to back down as she questioned him.
“Alright, you call yourself a master physician. Then let me ask you this–why did I still get injured in my fight with Atlas after taking the Blood Surge Pill? And now you’re accusing me of faking it?”
Andrew’s lips curled into a mocking smile as he replied, “Is that so hard to figure out? The moment you got back, you took a high-quality healing pill. Judging by your complexion, it must’ve been a top-tier Vitality Pill. These pills can quickly replenish energy and restore blood, bringing you back from weakness in no time.”
“Well, am I wrong?” Andrew’s tone was dripping with sarcasm as he stared at Natasha.
Natasha fell silent for a long moment before clapping her hands, a rosy blush spreading across her face–there was not a hint of weakness left in her demeanor. “No wonder Dylan swears unwavering loyalty to you. Even I have to admit defeat before you, darling.”
She continued, “You’re absolutely right. The moment I got back, I took a Vitality Pill. I needed to reach my peak condition as fast as possible so West End could secure the Northern District’s assets and territory before Dylan could make a move.”
Natasha confessed everything, her face calm and unbothered, her smile as confident as ever.
Meanwhile, Andrew remained expressionless. “Don’t you think your actions were a bit underhanded? Don’t you think they’re… despicable?”
Natasha’s eyes narrowed with anger as her tone turned icy. “Darling, I won’t allow you to speak to me like that. The underworld is all about deception and power plays. It’s a game of eat or be eaten.”
She added, “When Dylan and I joined forces, West End and South City were allies–friends, brothers even. But now that Atlas is gone, the Northern District’s wealth and power are enough to turn any alliance into rivalry. Don’t blame me for being ruthless. This is how people like us operate–no mercy, no rules, only victory matters!”
Andrew let out a cold laugh. “So, this whole ‘winner takes all’ philosophy–you think you’re the winner now, do you?”
Natasha grinned slyly. “Isn’t it obvious? Dylan’s badly injured, and I’m completely fine. South City was already weakened before this. They’re no match for West End now. With Atlas’s forces under my control, my power is unstoppable. Taking Dylan down is only a matter of time. So tell me, darling, if I’m not the winner here, then who is?”
What Natasha did not expect was for her triumphant declaration to be met with a scoff from Andrew. He casually sat back down on the couch, stretching out like he had all the time in the world.
“Do you remember what I told you about chess?” Andrew asked, out of nowhere, his tone calm yet teasing.
Natasha frowned slightly, unsure of what he was getting at, but her confidence did not waver. “Of course, I remember! You cautioned me to open my eyes, or I’d end up as another cautionary tale in the history of bad alliances. I have to admit, I was enlightened. I’m ready to seize the world and reign supreme. Instead of forming bad alliances, I’m going to dominate Dylan’s South City!”
Natasha beamed, proud of her newfound strategies. The last time she faced Andrew, she had felt like nothing more than a pretty decoration, but now, she thought she had leveled up, becoming knowledgeable and sharp.
Andrew chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Not bad. It seems like you’ve put some effort into learning. But aren’t you thinking a little too highly of yourself now?”
Natasha’s triumphant smile froze on her face.
“Darling, you’re not scaring me with that!” she replied, though there was a flicker of unease in her voice.