Chapter 390 At this point , West End cant even send out a proper representative , Andrew stated emotionlessly .
Since youre treating me like I dont exist , Ill kill you first , then have a chat with Natasha .
Mr.
Lloyd , please dont go too far ! a voice suddenly thundered from behind .
Conan , done watching the show from your hiding spot ? Andrew smirked as he released his grip and kicked the tattooed giant toward Conan .
Conans face twitched .
He knew the tattooed giant was one of Natashas most fearless fighters , young and skilled in hand to hand combat , yet Andrew had broken him so effortlessly .
Please follow me , Mr.
Lloyd .
Madam Vostokoff will see you now , Conan said coldly .
Andrew sneered .
Oh , now shes willing to meet after this show of force ? Mr.
Lloyd , West End has already absorbed Atlass territory , Conan stated angrily .
If you were smart , you wouldnt have come here .
So , if I hadnt shown up , Natasha would just take everything herself ? Andrews face remained expressionless .
He continued , I dont care about Atlass death or the Northern Districts assets , but Dylan is my man .
What about his share ? Natashas actions have pissed me off , and when Im angry , do you think West End can enjoy their spoils in peace ? Conans face twitched harder , but he could not respond .
Andrews words had blocked every possible argument , whether based on business , personal relationships , or moral grounds .
This time , Andrew met Natasha in an elegantly decorated room instead of the usual conference room .
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