Andrew shot her a cold grin. “General Phelan, impressive work. Just from a few scraps of clues, you’ve already pinned this on me. Not only that, you went ahead and grabbed my people without so much as a heads-up.

“So all those past camaraderies were just for show, nothing but fake courtesy. If that’s how it is, then let me make this clear, Luna. You want to track down the Blackstar Crystal? I’m telling you straight up: look for it in hell! And bring out Aspen and Natasha for me! If you can’t bring them out, I’ll kill all of you!”

By his last words, Andrew’s face was completely savage.

A flash of pain flickered through Luna’s eyes. She had not expected Andrew to treat her like this. That vicious look was like he was facing an enemy.

Maybe he was so furious because he was worried about his lovers, or maybe because she had gone after his beloved women, he now saw her and Kyrie as birds of a feather, which led him to say such heartless words.

Luna experienced a taste she had never felt before: jealousy, bitterness, and hurt. These emotions had never existed in her before.

She was Luna Phelan. Her greatest defining trait was her unmatched, absolute pride. Everything in the world was beneath her, and no one was ever worthy of her gaze. She only looked toward the top, never down at mortals.

But now, she was wounded all over by the emotions and feelings of ordinary people.

“Bring them over and return them to Mr. Lloyd,” Luna’s voice was hoarse as she ordered the people behind her.

Without realizing it, she no longer called him Andrew, and she was no longer gentle. Instead, she addressed him as Mr. Lloyd, being polite but distant.

Kyrie roared, “We’re not returning them! Luna, let’s work together and kill this bastard first. Does he really think he can walk all over us in our own base?”

Andrew sneered viciously. “Go ahead and try! I can guarantee you that the one who dies will definitely be you, you piece of trash!”

Kyrie was fuming with rage.

Just then, he heard Luna beside him say flatly, “Mr. Beckett is on his way over. He wants to question you about the Blackstar Crystal matter. What our military headquarters did was just following protocol. The rest is between you and Mr. Beckett, Mr. Lloyd.”

Andrew lowered the shotgun and said flatly, “Fine. Then let’s take it to the table. But if you can’t produce the Blackstar Crystal or any evidence, don’t think I’ll just sit back. I, Andrew Lloyd, am not someone you can push around.”

Luna’s voice turned icy. “Mr. Beckett already said that anyone who touched the Blackstar Crystal can be identified within a month. So, Mr. Lloyd, you’d better prepare yourself.”

Andrew smirked. “Prepare myself for what? Let’s not pretend here. We all know the Blackstar Crystal is in my hands. I robbed Sorya on purpose, just to screw with that bastard Ezekiel. What’s wrong? Does the military have nothing better to do than run errands for outsiders and play hero?”

Luna’s chest tightened with anger. “You…”

From that moment on, the delicate balance between her and Andrew flipped upside down. She had always been the one in control, towering above him, but now Andrew had seized the upper hand, leaving her powerless and suffocated.

Kyrie sneered. “Good, so you admit it. His things aren’t that easy to take.”

Andrew shrugged. “I didn’t take it; I stole it outright. Send him here, and I’ll talk to him myself. You think I care? I stole it, and he can’t do a damn thing to me.”

Kyrie laughed angrily. “We’ll see how long that tough talk lasts! Ezekiel is the heir to Tristars Group and carries a mission bigger than you. If he really wants you gone, Andrew, what can you do to fight back?

“You think you’re still the Lloyd family’s Dragon Prince? Do you think the Lloyd family royal armory is still backing you up? Without that, you’re just a clown to Ezekiel, and you won’t even know how you died.”

Andrew glanced at him. “Yeah, maybe I am a clown. But at least I’m better than you, a complete waste of space.”

Kyrie’s eyes burned red with fury. “Fine. You just wait. You damn well wait!”

Before long, the heavy sound of boots echoed through the hall. Ezekiel entered with his bodyguards, two glamorous women clinging to his side.

The moment he stepped in, his eyes locked on Andrew, and he grinned. “Well, I’d heard you were dead. Didn’t think you’d still be alive and haunting me like a ghost. No need to guess. The one who stole my Blackstar Crystal last night was you, the Lloyd family’s Dragon Prince. Because I know damn well, nobody else had the guts or the strength.”

He added, “So, Andrew, let’s settle both our old grudge and this new one together.”

His grin faded bit by bit, until only hatred remained in his eyes.