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Rising from the Ashes Chapter 901
In Blumedale, the Rhodes family's patriarch was pacing inside his villa, furious and restless. "Damn it! It's been a whole day already—did that bastard Phantom Eye take the money and run?" No calls were going through, and no one could reach him. At first, Kenny was confident in Phantom Eye. However, as time passed, that confidence turned into gnawing anxiety. Every second wasted meant Michael was one step closer to death. "Dad, calm down," a woman said smoothly, her voice carrying an air of superiority. "Michael will be fine." She was Sherilyn Rhodes, Kenny's eldest daughter. Her presence alone screamed wealth and power—long, deep-red nails, bold red lips, and cascading waves of glossy hair. From head to toe, she radiated the energy of a woman who knew she was above everyone else. Kenny gritted his teeth. "How the hell am I supposed to calm down? You didn't see how bad Michael looked! He's barely holding on! And from what I heard, h-hhe might have lost his manhood. Do you und
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Sherilyn's eyes gleamed with malice. "You're right. We have to find a way to sabotage this marriage!" Kenny was about to say something when a housekeeper rushed in. "Sir, Phantom Eye's men are here to see you!" Kenny froze for a moment before his face lit up with joy. "Bring them in! Could it be that he's already brought Michael back to Blumedale?" Sherilyn's face broke into an exaggerated grin, deepening the folds around her mouth. "See, Dad? I told you not to stress so much! Michael's safe and sound now. Phantom Eye is a top-tier fighter on the Underworld Index. Taking down some low-level thug should've been child's play for him!" The father and daughter reassured each other, beaming with confidence. However, the moment Phantom Eye's two men stumbled into the room, their faces were pale, and their legs wobbled like jelly. They collapsed to their knees, gasping for breath. "Sir! Something—something terrible has happened!" Kenny's smile froze, and his expression darkened as
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Night had already fallen in Jayrodale, and Andrew was just about to leave West End when Natasha smirked and said, "Darling, that old dog Kenny couldn't hold back any longer. Looks like he's trying to reach you again." Andrew took the phone from her hand and answered the call. "Mr. Kenny, it's late at night—shouldn't you be in bed? What do you want?" Kenny's voice was cold. "Andrew, don't get cocky. Tell me, did you take down Phantom Eye?" Andrew chuckled. "Do you even need to ask? Of course, he was. Not gonna lie, that guy's sharing a cell with Michael right now." Kenny let out a sharp laugh. "You sure like to talk big. Do you even know what kind of powerhouse Phantom Eye is? Who the hell do you think you are? You actually think you took him down? You must be dreaming before you've even gotten into bed." Andrew smirked. "So, you don't believe me, huh, old dog?" Kenny's tone turned even more sinister. "Believe you? I wouldn't believe a single word out of your mouth. I'm not
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Natasha, the sultry, shameless widow, was practically on fire, clinging to Andrew like an octopus. She leaned in close, blowing warm breaths against his ear in a voice so sweet and seductive it could take a man's life. Andrew spun around and caught her wandering hand, smirking. "I can't let you take control of a man's most vulnerable spot!" Natasha's cheeks flushed as she tilted her chin up, teasing, "I won't use my hands. How about my mouth?" Andrew nearly choked on his own breath—he had not expected her to be this bold. He quickly surrendered. "Alright, tonight's not a good time. I gave you my word, and I won't go back on it, but another day, okay?" Natasha's eyes sparkled mischievously, a hint of playful desperation in them. "Sure! Another day! I pick today!" Andrew stared at her, speechless. Clearly, her reading comprehension skills were top-tier. "When I say another day, I mean another time." Natasha insisted, "That won't do! There's no time like the present—let's make
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Andrew let out a cold chuckle. "So, Mrs. Rhodes, you really think I'm not as good as this Joe guy you admire so much?" Tiana smirked. "Do I even need to spell it out?" Andrew shook his head. "You're Lauren's mother, and as her elder, I don't want to be disrespectful. I understand that you're looking out for her, so there's no point in arguing with you. "But Mrs. Rhodes, I'll tell you this—I can take care of the power struggles within the Rhodes family and stop Kenny from pressuring Mr. Jameson. But on one condition—you have to let Lauren go." Tiana's face darkened, and her voice turned sharp. "Andrew, don't tell me you actually think you have the right to meddle in the Rhodes family's internal affairs?" Andrew scoffed. "Your family's little power struggles are nothing but child's play to me. I couldn't care less. But for Lauren's sake, I got dragged into this mess and am willing to step in." Tiana let out an angry laugh. "Fine. If you can really resolve the situation with t
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Tiana sneered. "You need to understand something. You're still young, and the love you speak of is small, insignificant, and ultimately meaningless. When you're faced with overwhelming power and forces beyond your control, you'll realize that Andrew is nothing more than a speck of dust in the vast tide of the world. "Your future isn't meant to revolve around him—it's the stage the Driscoll family has built for you. Your place is in Blumedale and eventually, all of southern Holtrien." Lauren lifted her delicate face, her long hair partially covering her stubborn, defiant eyes. "So, in your world, miracles don't exist anymore, and genuine love means nothing, right? "Just like when you were young, forced to marry Dad and join the Rhodes family against your will. You never really loved him, did you? There was someone else in your heart. But because of your family pressure, you had no choice. "And now, you want to repeat the same tragedy with your own daughter. Is that it, Tiana?"
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A faint trace of bitterness flickered across Jameson's face, but he still smiled. "Lauren, I came all the way to Jayrodale just to tell you this—go after your happiness. Your mother and I will handle the family matters, so you don't need to worry about us." Lauren's eyes lit up with surprise. "Really?" Jameson's smile grew warmer. "Of course. You are my daughter, and I love you and your sister more than anything." Tears of joy welled in Lauren's eyes. "Then, Dad, can you help Dr. Lloyd handle the trouble with the Golding family?" Jameson's smile wavered slightly, and the bitterness in his expression deepened. But he still forced himself to nod. "Don't worry. At the very least, I can make sure you and Andrew get to be together. Now, go to bed. Your mother and I need to talk." Lauren obediently went to her room. The moment she was gone, Jameson's smile vanished. His face was left with nothing but exhaustion and helplessness. Tiana let out a mocking laugh. "What a great disp
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Jameson explained, "The reason I support Lauren being with Andrew, even though I've never met him, is because I believe he has potential." Tiana let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "Potential? Are you serious? Do you know how many powerful, well-bred men from Blumedale have lined up to court our daughter? Every single one of them comes from a prestigious family with an outstanding background. "I'll admit, Andrew has repeatedly surprised me, forcing me to reevaluate him. But no matter how capable he is, a wise one should always achieve more. The truth is, Andrew's ceiling is still just this tiny town of Jayrodale. "The Rhodes family has already secured its foothold in Blumedale. At the very least, Lauren's future should be there too. So tell me, how can Andrew possibly compare to the heirs of Blumedale's elite families? How could he ever compete with someone like Joe, a true once-in-a-generation prodigy?" Jameson's face darkened slightly. "What's wrong with coming from a small place
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Rising from the Ashes Chapter 1218
The crowd could not help but wonder if Andrew was just that hurried to die, "Dragon Claw Strike!" With a low, lethal growl, Ellis struck, his eyes full of murder. His hands curled into claws, shooting straight for Andrew's chest and eyes, going for nothing less than a kill shot right from the start. However, Andrew's expression did not change. He stepped back once, then again, calm and fluid. It looked casual, but every move was calculated—just enough to slip right past Ellis's deadly thrusts. "Not bad. That's some decent footwork," Ellis sneered, his tone mocking even as he circled again. Then, his wiry frame lunged low, sweeping toward Andrew with a lightning-fast kick. Andrew's voice remained quiet and steady. "Dragon Claw Strike and Golden Cicada Stance are elite techniques from Silverthorn Monastery. Too bad you only learned the shell, not the substance." He stopped moving. Like a rock in a river, his stance suddenly locked in place. Ellis's sweeping legs, fast as
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The bald man, Ellis, was not some no-name street thug—he was well-known in Blumedale. Among Mosby's apprentices, he was one of the rare few with zero talent in medicine but exceptional prowess in martial arts. Insiders knew the truth—Mosby had not taken Ellis in to pass on his medical legacy or help heal the sick. He wanted muscle, someone who could handle the dirty work behind closed doors. The whispers began almost instantly among the growing crowd. "This is bad. That's Mosby's third apprentice—trained under the monks at Silverthorn Monastery. I heard he's so powerful he can crack stone with his bare hands." Another chimed in, "Genesis Dispensary isn't the kind of place you just stroll into looking for trouble. That young guy's finished." "Well… I don't know. Judging from what I saw earlier, the guy's no amateur either." "Amateur? My ass. Ellis doesn't hold back. People have died under his fists before. That punk's either going to be crippled or dead in minutes..." More a
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Barely two minutes had passed, but every single one of Genesis Dispensary's enforcers lay sprawled on the ground—some unconscious, some writhing in pain, and some not even moving. Janice clutched the edge of her sleeve, her face pale as a sheet. She stared at Andrew in shock, as if not recognizing this man. The Andrew she knew was gentle, refined, eloquent—someone who had won her grandfather's respect the moment they met, a miracle doctor with endless skill. However, the Andrew standing before her now was the complete opposite—ruthless, cold-blooded, and surrounded by a sea of blood from the beatings he had just handed out. Old Hayface's legs trembled as he stared at Andrew like he had seen a ghost, thinking this was beyond insane. How could some young punk wipe out all of Genesis Dispensary's muscle like it was nothing? He shook his head furiously in denial. "Andrew, you've messed up big time—real big. Mr. Lake is on his way and—" Before he could finish, Andrew delivered t
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The red Ferrari screeched to a stop in front of the famous Genesis Dispensary like a streak of lightning. The dramatic entrance instantly caught the attention of pedestrians walking by. "Who the hell do you think you are? Driving that flashy piece of crap like you own the place? Move it before we lock your ass in!" Two burly security thugs stationed at the entrance of Genesis Dispensary stomped over, cursing as they approached. Janice jumped out of the car in a panic and rushed to explain, "I'm sorry, sirs, really sorry! We'll leave right now, please don't—" However, before she could even finish her sentence, Andrew stepped forward and slapped both men across the face. Each blow landed with a crack, and neither man had time to react before their heads slammed into the pavement, completely unconscious. Janice stood frozen, wondering if Andrew had always had such an explosive temper. How had she never seen this side of him before? "You bastard! You think you can hit our guy
Rising from the Ashes Chapter 1214
Ronan's Oak Apothecary had built a modest but respected reputation in Blumedale, so having him gather the herbs was a huge time-saver for Andrew. However, the moment Andrew stepped into the shop, Janice Bates came running toward him in tears. "Andrew! My grandpa… he got hurt! Someone beat him up!" she cried, sobbing uncontrollably. Andrew's brows furrowed. "Janice, stop crying for now. Take me to him." In the back room, Ronan was lying on a bed, clearly injured. Two red handprints burned across his cheeks, and his forehead was bruised and bleeding as if someone had shoved him hard against something. "Mr. Lloyd… you came," Ronan said weakly, trying to sit up. "Forgive me, I've failed you." Andrew quickly motioned for him to stop talking. "Don't waste your breath. Let's get you patched up first." After checking him over, Andrew was relieved to find that Ronan had only suffered surface wounds and a badly twisted waist. He worked swiftly, massaging the injured muscles and ap
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The awkward silence lasted for almost half an hour. Eventually, Aspen regained enough strength in her legs to move again. Without a word and her face icy cold, she reached for the car door, desperate to leave. Andrew quickly grabbed her wrist and said, "I'll drive you home so you can change clothes. Especially your skirt and stockings—they're completely soaked." Aspen immediately blushed crimson, embarrassment flooding up her neck and across her cheeks. She ground her teeth angrily and snapped, "No need!" Andrew ignored her protests completely, starting the Ferrari and driving straight back to The Sovereign Residences. Neither said a word during the entire drive. Andrew genuinely did not know what to say. Everything had been perfectly normal until he suddenly crossed the line with Aspen. It was just like those old movies, where the wealthy guy ended up sleeping with his favorite maid. Technically, Andrew had not done anything wrong; Aspen was his slave, after all. Nonethe
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Andrew shook his head slowly and said, "No, you're not like some middle-aged lunatic, and you're definitely not trash or a hooker. You look like a cute little bunny rabbit, just begging to be eaten up. You forced my hand, Aspen!" As soon as he finished speaking, Aspen's eyes widened in sudden panic, realizing what was about to happen. She struggled fiercely, desperate to escape Andrew's grasp. Her voice trembled with tears as she pleaded, "No, no, no! Andrew—Mr. Lloyd—I'm sorry, I admit it, I was wrong! I swear, I won't do it again, please don't do this—please, no!" Her frantic protests ended abruptly with a soft, electric whimper as Andrew silenced her, pressing his mouth firmly onto hers. What followed was a hungry, unstoppable kiss, intense and overwhelming. Aspen's clear eyes widened, her expression first filled with shame and anger, then disbelief, and finally melting into a dazed, dreamy blankness. Their rapid breathing mingled in the confined space of the Ferrari, th
Rising from the Ashes Chapter 1211
Andrew let out a cold laugh as he stared at the trembling Aspen right in front of him. "What am I doing? What do you think I'm doing? When you were trying to suppress Christina and Davon earlier, you used my presence to scare them off. Don't tell me you forgot that?" Aspen flushed, both embarrassed and angry. "I didn't forget! But what I said—was any of it wrong?" Andrew snorted. "No, it wasn't wrong. But you did get one thing messed up: your grudge with Christina has nothing to do with me, so don't drag me into it just to make yourself look good. You used your own boss as a pawn. That takes some guts, Aspen." Aspen instantly felt a chill. She shrank back and begged, "I-I-I… I won't do it again, okay? Andrew, just let me down first. My butt's right up against the window, and if someone walks by and sees this, how the hell am I supposed to live that down?" The corner of Andrew's lips curved into a teasing grin. "Isn't that perfect? You're my little secretary. This? This is very
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Someone joked loudly, "But we get it… I mean, with a secretary like that, why would you even look at anyone else?" The others burst into raucous laughter, not bothering to hide it even in front of Aspen's increasingly dark expression. "Exactly!" another chimed in. "Mr. Lloyd is living the dream. Damn, I look at my office girl and suddenly feel dead inside!" "Mr. Lloyd's not just talented—he's got the best of both worlds. That little secretary of his is a top-tier beauty!" A bespectacled executive chuckled crudely and added, "Mr. Lloyd, let me give you a piece of advice: when there's work, let the secretary handle it; when there's no work, handle the secretary! That line fits you perfectly!" The entire room erupted in laughter as Aspen's face flushed deep red, her cheeks burning. Furious, she shot Andrew a murderous glare, then stormed out of the room in her heels without a word. Andrew, looking utterly unbothered, leisurely followed behind. He even muttered to himself, "Han
