Chapter 843

After being violated 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 bitter laugh. “Andrew, you’re ruthless. Fine, I’ll do it.”

Due to her recklessness, the Stevens family had nearly faced complete 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 flawless. 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 responded lazily, “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 unclasp her bra, Andrew raised a hand and said flatly, “That’s enough. Put your clothes back on. You’re too flat—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 to lash out with some biting remark, but Andrew’s cold, sharp gaze made her swallow her words.

Natasha looped her arm around Andrew’s and giggled. “Darling, come with me. Let’s check out West End’s latest recruits.”

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, muscular men were hard at work, shouting as they pushed through rigorous drills.

Some were sparring, others were practicing complex maneuvers, and a few were swinging long swords and knives, engaging in real combat.

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?”

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