Chapter 734
Michael’s lackeys stood there, completely stunned. Then, their shock turned into fury. One shouted, “Andrew, you son of a–”
Andrew threw another slap, knocking one of them out cold on the spot. “A low-level manager talking back to his superiors–who gave you the courage to bark like a dog?”
Without missing a beat, Andrew turned and slapped another man so hard that a tooth flew out.
“You think just because I’ve been quiet, I’m easy to push around? Let me remind you–I’m a board member, not some sickly kitten. If you cross the line, I will make you regret it.”
Two more slaps rang out, sending the last two executives flying.
“A bunch of nobodies daring to insult a department head, a vice CEO, and a board member. I’ll let you off this time, but if any of you try this again, I’ll make sure you know exactly what it feels like to be paralyzed from the waist down.”
Andrew moved fast–too fast. In a matter of seconds, Howard and his four high-ranking colleagues were sprawled across the floor, groaning in pain.
Eunice was completely frozen, eyes wide in disbelief. She had never seen anyone dare to cause such a scene inside Rhodes Corporation’s headquarters.
Even Marcus and Lauren were in shock. They had expected Andrew to retaliate against Howard, but they had not thought he would take down Michael’s entire inner circle in one go.
“Mr. Lloyd,” Marcus said urgently, “these men are Michael’s key people. Mrs. Rhodes values them highly. If you go this far, you might push her over the edge!”
Yet, Andrew was not listening. His face was ice-cold as he took two steps toward Howard.
Howard’s face was swollen and lopsided, his suspenders hanging crookedly over his shoulders as he struggled to stand. He let out a furious roar. “Andrew, you son of a bitch, you dare hit me? Do you even know who I am?”
Andrew did not answer. He simply slapped him across the face again.
Howard’s mouth immediately swelled up.
“You think I need to know who you are?” Andrew asked, his tone calm.
Howard clutched his face in agony, his eyes welling up with tears as he howled. “You bastard! You’re dead! I swear, I'm related to Mrs. Rhodes! You lay a hand on me, and you’re as good as dead!”
Marcus’ face turned pale. “You’re from the Lambert family? Oh, this is bad! Mr. Lloyd, stop! You need to stop now!”
However, it was too late. Andrew grabbed Howard by the hair and shoved his head straight into the nearby fish tank.
Howard thrashed wildly, his muffled screams bubbling up through the water as he choked and gasped.
Andrew did not let go. Through the glass, they could see Howard’s face turn from red to pale, then from pale to an alarming shade of blue–he was suffocating.
Marcus shouted in panic. “Mr. Lloyd, let him go! If you keep this up, you’ll kill him!”
Andrew did not budge. Only when Howard’s struggling grew weak, his limbs going limp, did Andrew finally yank him out of the tank.
Howard gasped desperately for air, his chest heaving as he inhaled in ragged gulps. The moment Andrew let go, he collapsed onto the floor, soaking wet, clutching his head and sobbing like a broken man.
Andrew looked down at him, his voice cold. “Now tell me, does being from the Lambert family really make you that impressive?”