Semua Bab Rising from the Ashes: Bab 1691 - Bab 1700

No matter the weather, training on the back lawn of Serenity Villa began like clockwork every morning before dawn. Even if it rained or the wind howled, Andrew never allowed a break.The only exception was Lauren, who had been sidelined due to an injury. However, seeing her lounging around, grinning from ear to ear, Andrew casually remarked, "One more week tops, then you're joining in for beginner drills. Don't even think about making excuses. No one's getting special treatment."Instantly, the beauty's smile froze. She huffed, "Honey, do you even realize how heartless you are? At this rate, the three of us are going to drain you dry!"Andrew just chuckled at that comment. Through their recent intimate encounters, he had confirmed that merging spiritually and physically with the three women was beneficial for breaking through his sealed power.However, he still had not figured out the exact reason behind this phenomenon.Across the artificial lake, Joe stood there like a pole, sho

At the Ulrich residence, Mason moved incredibly fast. Cillian had just died, and he was already holding the funeral the very next day.The Ulrich family women were wailing loudly at the wake, and guests were whispering among themselves."Cillian had such bad luck this year. He shouldn't have died like this!" "Bad luck? Please. He was clearly taken out by someone with an agenda," another hissed."Exactly, Mr. Lloyd is pretty petty and ruthless!" "Yeah, that bastard snatched the chairman seat and still wasn't satisfied. He had to go after a loyal elder like Cillian too? He's a damn monster!"Some hot-headed mourners did not bother hiding their outrage and cursed out loud.Mason knelt dutifully in front of his father's casket, dressed in all black, looking every bit the heartbroken son.Guests whispered praises about his love for his father, but no one noticed the faint smirk of satisfaction curling at the corner of his mouth."Mr. Lloyd has arrived!" someone shouted at the ent

At the last moment, Marcelo roared angrily, "Stop!" His subordinates finally held back, but they were all staring daggers at Andrew. Logan quietly broke out in a cold sweat and whispered to Andrew, "Andy, what you just said was way too provoking! Marcelo really isn't someone to mess with. You went too far!" Andrew kept smiling without saying a word. Marcelo stepped forward through the crowd and came right up to him. He stared into Andrew's eyes for a full ten seconds before slowly nodding. "They say the next generation always surpasses the last, and each generation gets stronger than the last. I've always only half-believed that. You're talented, and I can see you have great ambitions. If it were some other old fool, they might show some restraint, or even fear you a bit. But unfortunately, I'm not one of those people!" He pointed directly at Andrew's nose, his face grim as his voice rose. "This is Cillian's funeral, and I don't want to be disrespectful. But I'm rememberi

Logan grumbled, "Even if Mason did want Cillian dead, I think he would've done it quietly. There's no way he'd let anyone find out." Andrew's eyes darkened. "And that is the most critical part of this whole thing. Everyone knows that after Mason took power, he was paranoid that Cillian might come back and reclaim the Ulrich family leadership. So, he shoved his own father into a nursing home to keep him out of the way." He continued, "But if Mason killed him directly? Then, the other Dragon Kings who were close to Cillian, like Marcelo, would've stormed in here and taken his head. And look at what happened… Marcelo did show up. From his reaction, it's clear that his bond with Cillian wasn't superficial." Aspen tilted her head. "Mr. Lloyd, Mr. Keller… do you think maybe Marcelo's appearance was just for show? Like, all that praying and mourning was staged?" Andrew shook his head. "It doesn't add up. You both remember how I deliberately provoked Marcelo earlier, right? If he had g

Marcelo got straight to the point and asked, "Did you kill Cillian, your own father?" Mason froze, stunned. "Mr. Byrne, I don't understand what you're saying! My father passed away in a nursing home. I'm his son, so how could I ever do something so monstrous?" Marcelo did not answer. He simply stared at Mason with eyes like steel. Mason held the gaze, lifting his chin slightly as if to prove his conscience was clear. Finally, Marcelo gave a slight nod. "Fine. Let's say I believe you… for now. In that case, why don't you tell me how your father died?" Mason hesitated, stumbling over his words. "Well… Mr. Byrne, you've got me there. Ever since he was forced to step down, he had been… emotionally unstable. He kept rambling about Mr. Lloyd wanting him dead. Eventually, the doctors at the care center said he developed some form of schizophrenia." He continued, "Not long after, we received word that he had passed. Honestly, all of this is my fault. I wasn't a good enough son."