Semua Bab Rising from the Ashes: Bab 1641 - Bab 1650

Still, Andrew had no reason to question Chantelle over something like that, so he could only keep it to himself. On the other hand, Chantelle had never looked him in the eye. Her posture remained straight and composed. Andrew could not stand the weird tension in the room anymore, so he stood up and said, "Well then, Ms. Garcia, once you're done cleaning up, you should get some rest. I'm going to bed now." Chantelle stood up with him and laughed lightly. "Alright, Mr. Lloyd, good night!" Andrew headed upstairs, turned off the lights, and lay down. Since Chantelle was staying overnight at Serenity Villa, he could not have the three girls join him tonight. Otherwise, if things got noisy, Chantelle would inevitably hear everything, which would be rather awkward. Lauren, Francesca, and Aspen were thinking the same thing. Soon after everything was cleaned up, they each returned to their respective rooms and obediently went to sleep. Andrew had already fallen asleep, but his ph

Maurice said, "Let's not even talk about the Driscoll family's reputation, just your name alone isn't something that Andrew has the right to challenge!" Joe shook his head. "For Lauren, I'm willing to swallow my pride, no matter how far I have to lower myself. Besides, I really think you're all underestimating Andrew. I don't know much about his martial skills just yet. "But earlier today, I saw him strike with a needle. His speed was insane, almost too fast to see, and the impact was undeniable. Plus, his medical expertise is unmatched. Even specialists from the Advanced Medical Institute, like Dr. Lake and his peers, have admitted defeat to him." He continued, "Furthermore, his reputation in Blumedale keeps growing, and I hear he's highly regarded by the Keller family and even Governor McCormick! While I haven't overestimated him or particularly regard him highly, facts are facts. I think the family should acknowledge that." Maurice replied flatly, "We've already looked into

Tiana made a sound of agreement, a flush rising to her face as she seemed to hesitate about saying something. Andrew raised his hand to stop her. "Mrs. Rhodes, you're now a married woman with a pair of lovely daughters. You'd better stop thinking about my father!" Embarrassed, Tiana replied, "Who said I was thinking about Reginald? I was just… wondering how he's been doing after all these years!" Andrew said expressionlessly, "I don't know how he's doing, but I can guarantee he's living more freely than anyone else. The last time I broke out of Chetvine, he video-called me from a luxury yacht hotel in Drubae, throwing a no-clothes party with some princess from Middle Veruin." Tiana snorted. "Typical. Some things never change. Even in exile, he still can't quit that disgusting habit." Andrew rolled his eyes. "Honestly? I've seen it so many times it barely fazes me. Last I heard, he's even trying to marry into Vestra's richest family. They offered him a huge sum… basically try

Andrew immediately struck out, delivering two sharp slaps. He snapped, "You brain-dead moron, I don't care who you are! Royal Entertainment is just a second-rate entertainment company anyway!" He added, "And you? Even your father wouldn't have the right to run his mouth before me." Andrew was too lazy to waste words. When it was time to take action, he absolutely would not waste time talking. Dealing with the Ackermann brothers to Liliana, and now this clown Trent, he had come to realize that these spoiled heirs of Blumedale's elite had one thing in common—they lived in fantasy, completely detached from reality. If this had happened when Andrew was still keeping a low profile in Blumedale, Trent's behavior might have made sense. However, he was now the chairman of the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce and the champion of the Grand Medical Summit. With so many crowns on his head, there were still people who dared to swagger in front of him and act like he did not exist. Andrew

"Andrew, wait… is someone trying to kill you?" Freya's face turned ghostly pale, and her voice was shaky. She could barely get the words out. Andrew let her go and frowned. "You need to lose weight, Ms. Freya." Freya flared up. "Excuse me? Are you saying there's something wrong with my figure?" Andrew replied flatly, "It's not about looks. It's about the weight. If it had been someone else, they wouldn't have been able to carry you and run. They'd be dead already." Freya was livid. "You—" Andrew ignored her. He quickly headed down the fire escape with Freya in tow, pulling her into the shadows near the stairwell exit. From below, a series of whooshing sounds suddenly echoed upward. It sounded like something was moving at high speed through the air. Freya looked absolutely terrified and deeply unsettled. Meanwhile, Andrew remained expressionless, and when the wind pressure reached his ears at maximum intensity, he simply kicked out into thin air. A dull thud rang out, an