All Chapters of Rising from the Ashes: Chapter 1811 - Chapter 1820

"I meant you, you dolt!" George's face had gone stone-cold. As head of the Keller family and one of the top guns among the Five Apex Families, when George lost his temper, the whole room felt it. Emily burst out in loud sobs. She felt wronged, furious, and humiliated. Yet, she did not dare add another word. "And you, you fool! You're my daughter, and you actually let some lowlife deceive you," George snapped. "Andy was willing to rush all the way here to the Keller residence just to save your sorry hide!" He turned his fury toward Hannah, roaring, "But do you know why I didn't do anything when you threatened to kill yourself?" Hannah muttered softly, "I-I don't know, Dad." George sneered coldly. "Because I figured if you really wanted to die, then go ahead! You're nothing but an embarrassment to me anyway while you're alive!" Hannah was in disbelief, and her face went deathly pale. Freya shouted, "Dad, how can you say that to Hannah? She's your youngest daughter, the

A Special Ops agent outside Blumedale was like a shark let loose in the open sea. It was not just a question of how hard it would be for the Keller family to chase him down, but if they even dared to send someone after Hank, he might just kill them first. George understood this all too well, which was why he looked so furious and helpless, bringing this powerful man to tears. Yet, Andrew had spoken up and offered to stand up for the Keller family. It was like rain in a drought for George. Although the Keller family wielded significant power in Blumedale, Gabo Creek province had much more than just this one area. The only ones who could truly control everything were the Three Titans or the government itself, and the Keller family's influence was ultimately limited to their corner of the state. To strike back outside the Keller family's sphere of influence, George's only hope was Andrew. While Andrew had not yet reached the level where he could crush all of Gabo Creek province,

Andrew said, "I've got business to handle in Goldridge tomorrow. You should get home too. Don't catch a cold out here." Just as he got into the car, Freya stomped her foot in frustration. "Andrew! Can't we at least talk this through a bit more? Come back! Just once, and I'll give you a taste. That should work, right?" Andrew nearly slipped while getting into the car and almost face-planted. He could not take it anymore, so he told the driver to hit the gas hard. Freya felt completely defeated as she stared into the night in a daze. "Am I really that unattractive? Even when I'm throwing myself at him, he won't take it. I have no idea what that jerk is thinking." Deep down, she felt an inexplicable sense of disappointment. Emily appeared at the doorway and called out, "Freya, what are you doing standing out there by yourself? Get inside! It's freezing out here!" Freya huffed and walked through the Keller residence gates, still feeling uncomfortable. Emily asked, "Andrew

Aspen asked, "Should we give Ms. Garcia a heads up about this?" Andrew shook his head. "She has government agents protecting her, and she's not some naive young woman like Hannah, so she'll be fine. We don't need to tell her right now, in case it tips Hank off." Just then, fog started rolling in ahead of them, making visibility on the road much worse. Seeing Zachary's car slow down, Andrew reduced his speed as well. Aspen warned him, "Winter roads are slippery, and the fog makes it worse. These are the kind of stretches where accidents happen. Please be careful, honey!" Andrew said calmly, "Don't worry." No sooner had he spoken than Zachary's car screeched to a halt up ahead. Thankfully, he was prepared and braked smoothly to a stop as well. Rolling down his window, he could see Zachary getting out of his car ahead, swearing up a storm. Andrew frowned. "You three stay in the car. I'll go check it out. It looks like there's been an accident." The dozen or so cars b

The two men took a cab and arrived at the Southern Martial Union headquarters established in Goldridge. As the holy land in the hearts of all martial artists throughout southern Holtrien, this headquarters was built to be truly magnificent and spectacular. Goldridge was a historic cultural city and one of Holtrien's top-tier metropolises, which was exceptionally prosperous. The fact that they could occupy such a large complex of buildings in this bustling city showed just how significant the Southern Martial Union headquarters was. Zachary explained, "The three major factions from Gabo Creek, the Crimson Alliance, Hidden Dragons, and Onyx Serpents, basically all have their headquarters here." Andrew's heart stirred. "Is the leader of Hidden Dragons named Riker Lamar?" Zachary nodded with surprise. "Yes. I heard he's already at the peak of martial king level, close to breaking through to martial saint. He's quite famous. Captain, do you know him?" Andrew smiled. "I wouldn't s