All Chapters of Rising from the Ashes: Chapter 1621 - Chapter 1630

In front of Serenity Villa, Andrew crossed his arms and smiled as he asked the three women, "See anything you like? Go ahead and pick!" Lauren shook her head and replied, "I already have a car, and it's pretty nice, so I'll pass! Fran and Aspen, you two go ahead and choose!" Aspen said, "I have Andrew's Ferrari LaFerrari, which is already amazing. Fran, you pick!" Francesca's ride was a BMW sports car. It was not bad, but definitely not as high-end as Lauren's and Aspen's cars. Moreover, her job and income level meant she could not match what Lauren and Aspen made. Spending on a luxury car would really hurt her wallet. Looking at that Beetle now, she would be lying if she said she was not tempted. However, she felt embarrassed about it. Blushing, she glanced shyly at Andrew. Then, he finally shook her head. "These cars are gifts from the Irvings to you, Andrew. I can't take them!" Andrew pointed at the pink Maserati and said directly, "There's nothing wrong with taking

As he straightened his suit, Andrew slowly got out of his car. The young man was charging at him, full of fury, but Andrew did not bother exchanging words. His eyes flashed coldly, and he raised a hand, ready to slam that idiot's face into the back of the car. "Both of you, stop! Reckless driving and intentional collisions carry serious consequences!" Just then, the law enforcement arrived on the scene. Four officers jumped out of their cruiser, surrounding the two men with stern expressions. The punk clutched his bleeding nose and barked, "It was this son of a bitch! He started it! I'm Gary from the Hickman family. I'm on my way to meet Mr. Joe Driscoll, so you guys better handle this right." The moment he dropped Driscoll's name, the officers' expressions shifted completely. "Apologies, Mr. Hickman, we've reviewed the situation. You're not at fault. He is." "If you're in a hurry to meet Mr. Driscoll, go ahead. We'll take care of everything else." Their attitude did a

The Hickman family had connections with many powerful officials. However, Chantelle had never given a damn about the Hickman family. In her eyes, these so-called wealthy young heirs were just pests, nothing more than arrogant trash. Gary declared, "Fine, Ms. Garcia, since you're intervening, I'll swallow this insult! However, Mr. Driscoll asked to see Andrew!" As he spoke, he regained his confidence. He did not believe that Chantelle would dare ignore Joe's reputation. Chantelle frowned deeply and asked, "Mr. Driscoll wants to see Mr. Lloyd? What does he want?" Gary snorted coldly and replied, "How would I know what he wants? All I know is, this guy is going to see him, whether he wants to or not. If he tries to back out or chicken out, Mr. Driscoll will not take it lightly." Chantelle's expression became complex as she looked at Andrew and said, "I warned you before that playing with fire all the time would eventually burn you! Joe targeting you means the entire Driscoll f

The woman with wine-red hair stepped forward, looking at Andrew with complete indifference. "My name is Liliana Peck, and I own this club! Originally, you wouldn't be qualified to know my name, nor would you be qualified to set foot on my territory!" She continued, "But since Joe specifically asked for you to be brought in, I figured I'd at least be courteous enough to say it. And just so you know, if anything happens to you here, I don't care who comes knocking afterward. It won't matter." Behind her stood several fashionably dressed girls. As with most children of the elite, they were flawlessly dressed, glowing with wealth and vanity. They were fair-skinned, trendy, every outfit designer-labeled and curated for envy. One girl in a short skirt looked at Andrew with disdain. "Liliana, why are you even talking to him! He's just a clueless nobody. Once Mr. Driscoll gets here, he'll be on his knees crying before he even speaks." Another girl, wearing a leather jacket and heavy sm

Liliana thought it would be better to just take Andrew down directly, cripple his limbs, and then have the conversation. The others, like Leon and Gary, were also quite puzzled. After all, being so reasonable was not Joe's usual style at all. In the past, this golden boy of the Driscoll family never wasted more than three sentences on anyone. Instead, he would directly suppress them with his crushing force. But today, Joe's attitude toward Andrew was somewhat abnormal. Joe said, "Andrew, I want you to understand that my willingness to sit down and talk with you calmly doesn't mean I'm afraid of you!" Sitting on the leather couch, Joe crossed his legs with an icy and arrogant expression. Andrew nodded and said, "I can see that you, Mr. Driscoll, have your own pride and don't want to gang up on me. That shows you're not completely terrible as a person!" Joe sneered and replied, "I don't need your approval to feel good about myself. Frankly, someone like you would've ne