All Chapters of Rising from the Ashes: Chapter 1611 - Chapter 1620

Horatio charged out like a wrecking ball, smashing through the crowd. No one dared block him, and those who tried were sent flying, their screams trailing behind them. Abel's mind buzzed as he staggered backward desperately, shouting, "You little bastard, stop it! Stop right now! I'm your brother, your own flesh and blood! H-Horatio! D-Don't—" Horatio slapped him across the head with a loud slam, and Abel flew straight into the wall. Blood gushed from his scalp as he slumped to the floor. "Horatio, I'm going to kill you, you fat pig! You're nothing but a freak, a retard, an idiot, a useless piece of trash!" Abel completely lost it, letting all his pent-up contempt and resentment for his brother pour out in a vicious torrent. Horatio's eyes turned blood-red with rage. "Abel, you made me do this! I'm not a freak, and I'm not useless trash! I'm not…" He completely lost it, lunging forward and grabbing Abel by the leg. Then, he slammed him down with devastating force. Abel hit

Oswald's subordinate continued with the grim news. "The doctor said he'll likely spend the rest of his life bedridden!" Oswald said nothing, slowly closing his eyes as the weight of the situation sank in. "So you're telling me that my two sons, the Ackermann family's carefully groomed powerhouses, are now completely ruined? "And the one who's destroyed is the heir who was supposed to inherit the Ackermann family legacy! The one who should have died didn't; the one who shouldn't have died got hurt instead!" When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with blood-red fury, radiating pure malice and rage. The successor he had painstakingly groomed was gone, ruined in a single night; this hatred could only be washed away with Andrew's blood. Before Andrew could even respond, a loud, cocky laugh echoed through the entrance. "Well, well, Mr. Ackermann Senior. You really think you're a big shot, surrounding Andy like this? Since when does the Ackermann family run Gabo Creek like

At that moment, Cillian arrived at Jayrodale Bank. He was nothing but polite when facing Tyler Jones, the bank's president. "Hello, Mr. Jones. Pardon the intrusion, but I hope you don't mind my unexpected visit!" Tyler responded flatly, "Mr. Ulrich, you're one of the senior members of the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce, so just get straight to the point about why you're here today!" Cillian did not beat around the bush either. "Mr. Jones, isn't it true that Supreme Capital Group keeps most of its money deposited with Gabo Bank?" Tyler made no attempt to hide the facts. "That's correct, but I'm curious why you're asking about this matter." Cillian smiled mysteriously without saying a word. Instead, he reached into his coat and pulled out a long, elegant box. Then, he pushed it across the desk toward Tyler. Tyler opened it, and his previously indifferent attitude immediately became enthusiastic. "An onyx smoking pipe from Auqania! It looks like you've done your homework on

In the living room in the Ulrich residence, Andrew sat casually in the central position at the head of the room. This seat belonged to Cillian, the head of the Ulrich family, and honestly, Andrew found it rather unremarkable.More than a dozen direct descendants of the Ulrich family, along with key family managers, all stood respectfully below him. Also present were Logan, Rachel, Duncan, and other big shots from within the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce.Mason stepped forward and, being all respectful, smiled as he fawned, "Mr. Lloyd, I've already reserved a private room at The Palace! It would be an honor if you and the elders from the Chamber joined us for dinner." Andrew waved him off. "No need for all that. We'll be on our way now. By the way, congratulations on being the new head of the family." Mason's smile grew even brighter. His posture dipped lower, more respectful than ever. "Mr. Lloyd, rest assured. From now on, the Ulrich family will fully cooperate with your leadersh

Returning to Serenity Villa, Andrew was surprised to discover several brand-new luxury cars parked outside the entrance. There was an executive-style Rolls-Royce, a pink Maserati, and a performance beast that most men would find hard to resist—a Porsche 911. Finally, there was a Volkswagen Beetle with a cartoon paint job. Looking at these four vehicles, Andrew's first thought was that Aspen had been wasting his money again. Or perhaps Lauren had gone on another expensive shopping spree. However, he quickly dismissed these assumptions because his three beautiful women were also standing at the entrance, looking puzzled at the luxury cars. When they saw Andrew returning, they all rushed over excitedly. "Honey, did you buy us new cars?" "Oh my, I absolutely love that Beetle! It's so cute! But you should return them… We already have our own cars, so it's a waste of money!" "That's right, honey, we already have cars and don't need new ones right now. Please return them!" A