Chapter 952

The next day, Andrew and Francesca had just arrived at Moonlit Apothecary when Phantom Eye spoke up.

“Mr. Lloyd, someone caused trouble here last night. They even tried to set the place on fire!”

Andrew let out a cold chuckle. “Must’ve been Quinton’s men, huh?”

Phantom Eye nodded. “That’s right, it was that little coward, Shawn. He showed up with a few guys carrying gas cans, planning to burn the place down. But I caught them in the act and sent them running!”

Francesca fumed. “Phantom Eye, you should’ve taught them a real lesson.”

Phantom Eye smirked. “No worries, Ms. Aicker. That Shawn punk already got a hole stabbed through his hand—he probably can’t even hold anything now!”

Francesca scoffed. “Serves him right!”

Nyla looked at her curiously. “Dr. Aicker, you seem a little cranky today. Didn’t sleep well last night?”

Francesca’s face turned red as she stammered, “What? N–No way, Nyla, you’re imagining things!”

Then, she shot a sharp glare at Andrew. It was all his fault he spent the whole night training, making her restless and unable to sleep until the middle of the night.

Andrew smirked to himself. This little brat was already acting up after just one night without sex. It seemed like he would have to remind her who was in charge tonight.

Shaking off his amusement, Andrew clapped his hands. “Nyla, go call Shiloh and Mr. Aicker over.”

Nyla blinked. “Is something big happening?”

Andrew grinned. “Not really, just time to hand out paychecks.”

Nyla was stunned for a second. Then, her face lit up with excitement. She immediately ran off to notify everyone.

Before joining Moonlit Apothecary, she was just a low-level nurse at Jayrodale General Hospital, and her pay was nothing special.

Yet, ever since coming here, she had worked tirelessly, keeping everything in perfect order, so hearing that payday had finally arrived made her genuinely happy.

Francesca beamed. “Andrew, you’re handing out paychecks? Then what about mine?”

Andrew smirked. “Fran, you’re not getting one.”

Francesca immediately pouted. “Why not? I’ve worked hard for Moonlit Apothecary too!”

Andrew chuckled. “As my woman, this place is yours too. So, you don’t need a paycheck, do you?”

Francesca froze. “Your woman?”

Then, it hit her what Andrew meant, and her innocent face instantly flushed red. Her heart felt as sweet as honey, but she still huffed in mock annoyance. “Who’s your woman? I don’t care about that title!”

Phantom Eye grinned. “Uh, Mr. Lloyd, I’m getting a paycheck, right?”

Andrew waved him off. “Not a chance. You’ve only been here a day and already want a paycheck? Keep dreaming!”

A martial arts master feared across Blumedale, Phantom Eye’s face instantly fell. He looked like a scolded child, utterly dejected.

Francesca giggled and patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Phantom Eye. Once you’ve worked a full month, you’ll definitely get paid, and I’ll even give you a high salary!”

Phantom Eye brightened up. “Well, in that case, thanks in advance, Mrs. Lloyd!”

Francesca’s cheeks turned even redder, but she could not hide the joy bubbling inside her.

Being called “Mrs. Lloyd” meant people were acknowledging her as Andrew’s woman.

“Hah! It’s just a tiny little clinic, and you’re acting like it’s some grand business empire,” a mocking voice suddenly rang out.

Andrew’s expression darkened as he turned toward the entrance.

Christina and her family had walked in, each wearing a different expression. The one who had just spoken was Leroy, standing at the front with a smug smirk.

Francesca instantly stepped forward, standing protectively in front of Andrew as she glared at Christina.

“Ms. Stevens, what brings your family here? If there’s no real reason, then please leave!”

Christina frowned. “Ms. Aicker, you seem to have some misunderstanding about me.”

Francesca scoffed. “No misunderstanding—I just don’t like you!”