Yara coldly replied, "Go home and have fun with your mother. I'm warning you once—leave now! Otherwise, none of you will be walking out of here."
Earl laughed heartily and said, "As expected from a girl from a big family—so feisty! Ms. Wright, if that mouth of yours serviced me, it would definitely leave me begging for more!"
The group of rough men burst into laughter, showing absolutely no respect for Yara.
Seeing Yara's fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white, Andrew stepped forward with a smile and said, "There's no need to get angry with a bunch of lowlifes. Since I've accepted two villas, let me handle the rest."
Yara stepped aside and could not help asking, "Mr. Lloyd, are you sure you don't want to call for backup?"
Andrew shook his head and replied, "I already said there's no need. It's not like we're dealing with the President of Meurico—no need for such a big production."
Yara was speechless. Although she believed in Andrew's financial power and intelligence, she had not witnessed his fighting ability, so she had her doubts.
"Kid, I advise you not to interfere and stick your neck out," a bald man said, staring at Andrew threateningly.
Another chimed in, "We've got this Wright bitch right where we want her. Anyone who tries to stop us, I'll fucking cut them down."
Andrew flexed his wrists and smiled. "Come on, guys, is this really necessary? She's trying to build houses here, trying to run a business. And you all come and occupy her project office, causing all this chaos. Honestly, it's a bit much."
The bald man pointed at his own nose and sneered, "So what if it's too much? Do you even know who we are or where we come from?"
The remaining thugs roared in anger, grabbed whatever weapons were nearby, and charged toward Andrew in their flip-flops.
Loud bangs echoed, and Yara watched in astonishment as Andrew took down one opponent after another in just a few moves.
Spinning around, he launched a powerful kick. A thug with clearly visible ribs crashed through the project office door and flew outside.
With a sideways elbow strike, Andrew delivered a powerful blow to the stomach of the last thug, who clutched his abdomen and collapsed to the ground, looking as if he was about to vomit out all his internal organs.
Dusting off his hands as he returned to Yara's side, Andrew said nonchalantly, "All done."
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