บททั้งหมดของ Rising from the Ashes: บทที่ 1321 - บทที่ 1330

Looking closer, it was obvious that each gift bag alone appeared incredibly high-end and luxurious. Esther hurriedly said, "Aspen, Mr. Lloyd, what are these? How could you spend so much money? This is too extravagant!" Aspen snorted and replied, "Mom, Dad, Judith, please accept these gifts without worry! Besides, I didn't pay for these gifts. My boss here is the generous one who spends lavishly!" This statement immediately caused Zephyr, Esther, and everyone in the Stevens family to look at Andrew in unison. Andrew calmly picked up his tea and drank it, maintaining his composure without changing his expression. Being the most excited and active, Judith had already started rummaging through the gifts. Esther was about to stop Judith, but the little girl suddenly exclaimed in shock, holding the receipt, "Oh my goodness, these things actually cost 198.88 million dollars…" She turned to Aspen and Andrew, adding, "You guys are like next-level rich, aren't you?" Esther asked in

Oscar said, "There's a lowlife strutting around like he owns the place, and I can't stand it! So, I figured I'd ask you to swing by, Mr. Golding, and show this clown what real power looks like. Help me put some respect on my name, you feel me?" Elon replied, "Alright, since you've served me well before, I'll come over!" Oscar was overjoyed, grinning so wide his face almost twisted. "Great! I'll be at the hotel waiting for you, Mr. Golding! That little punk tried to steal my girl! Mr. Golding, don't hold back when you see him! I want him humiliated so bad he'll wish he never showed up!" Elon scoffed. "Got it. Just showing up is enough to make anyone back off. Whatever effect you want, I'll make it happen!" After hanging up, Oscar sneered, rubbing his hands together. He just needed Elon to show up, and his moment to shine would finally begin. … In the private room, they were well into the meal, with multiple rounds of drinks and various dishes served. When Oscar returned and

Elon growled, "Get over here, you idiot! I'll beat you to death!" He was too terrified to face Andrew directly, so he took out his fear on Oscar instead, slapping him repeatedly. Not satisfied with just his fists, he started stomping on Oscar as well, his heavy shoes driving into Oscar's already battered face. Before long, Oscar lay curled up under the table, his head a swollen mess of bruises and cuts. "Stop, please, Mr. Golding, stop hitting me! W-What did I do to deserve this? Why are you treating me like this?" His breaths came out in ragged gasps. Only when he managed to scramble further under the table, just out of Elon's reach, did he dare to whimper for mercy. Zephyr finally spoke up, his voice steady but firm. "Mr. Golding, please, there's no need to take it this far. Let's talk this out." Elon wiped the sweat from his face, ignoring Zephyr completely. He forced a stiff smile as he turned to Andrew. "Andy, I'm sorry for interrupting your meal. Look, this punk disr

Aspen thought, 'Mom's right. I have feelings for Andrew, but he might not feel the same. In the end, it's probably just my one-sided wishful thinking. To him, I'm just a tool, a servant he can command at will. 'Maybe he wouldn't refuse if I offered myself physically, but in his heart, I doubt he ever saw me as anything close to Lauren or Francesca. Wait—No, I'm not even hoping for a place like Lauren or Francesca. 'I'd be content with just a position like Natasha's, but it seems even that is too much to ask for.' Feeling resigned, Aspen finally said, "Mom, just tell Dad that after the Grand Medical Summit, I'll return to Bridgefields with you." Her heart felt cold and heavy. Esther noticed her precious daughter's obvious sorrow and tried to comfort her. "Don't worry, Aspen. Once we're back in Bridgefields, your father and I will introduce you to the finest young men from the best families. You're not getting any younger. Once you're back, focus on settling down and don't wor

Aspen grumbled, "Ugh! This is so annoying! Andrew, you bastard! Just go to hell already…" She pounded her fists into the cartoon pillow in front of her, venting her frustration.Her small but perfectly shaped chest pressed against the mattress, bouncing slightly with each hit. It was just too bad Andrew was not here to appreciate the view. Just then, her laptop on the desk chimed. Aspen pushed herself up, straightened the hem of her tight skirt, and walked over to check the screen. She mumbled, "A video call? And it's from Ms. Garcia? What could this be about?" Puzzled, she clicked 'Accept.' Chantelle's face immediately appeared on the screen. "Ms. Stevens, I hope I'm not disturbing you!" Aspen leaned closer, her tone wary. "Ms. Garcia, is there something urgent? Just get straight to the point." Chantelle shook her head. "Nothing urgent. I just wanted to encourage you to give Andrew a little boost." Aspen frowned. "Give Andrew a boost? How exactly am I supposed to do th