All Chapters of Rising from the Ashes: Chapter 1891 - Chapter 1900

Deep inside the Yeagers' main residence, waves of screams echoed through the halls. "The great family of Goldridge lost their two Martial Saint elders; now they're nothing but a paper tiger!" Scarlett let out a mocking laugh, brimming with disdain. Henry smirked. "You deserve full credit for bringing down the Yeagers." Scarlett did not respond, but pride gleamed in her eyes. Her martial arts might not rival Henry's, but that was not everything when it came to real power. Sure, Joseph had gotten a free ride, but it had all been worth it. Suddenly, loud bangs echoed in the air, and a bunch of figures were sent flying out from inside the compound. Scarlett was still smiling. She was about to make some commentary when Henry suddenly cried out, "What's going on?" Scarlett quickly looked over and was immediately stunned. How could it be that all the people getting beaten out were their own men? "Scarlett, Henry… Today marks the end for both of you!" Matthew led his guards

Andrew instantly recognized the overwhelming presence that had suddenly descended. If his guess was correct, it had to be Edwin, the head butler of the McCormick family. Edwin was a martial saint nearly as formidable as Henry. The outcome of the battle was now uncertain, but none of that mattered to Andrew anymore. Speeding forward, he quickly reached Goldridge's main gate. Freedom was just one step away. However, the gates were heavily guarded, with law enforcers and martial experts inspecting every vehicle. Traffic was already piled up in a massive jam. Andrew drove halfway. Then, he abandoned the car and continued on foot. He brazenly carried Eric over his shoulder for all to see. The city gate guards and martial artists immediately became alert when they spotted Andrew. "Stop right there!" However, Andrew's face remained expressionless as he showed no intention of stopping. He was going to force his way through the checkpoint. More than a dozen rifles poked out f

After leaving Goldridge, Andrew hit the road without pause, heading straight to find Chantelle. Along the way, he sent quick check-in messages to Lauren, Francesca, and Aspen to let them know he was safe. Victoria had shown up at Goldridge at the perfect moment. Had she arrived a little later, he might have had to go head-to-head with Hidden Dragons and that old hag Grace. Now, he just hoped Victoria would be alright over there. Then again, that worry felt unnecessary. In the entire Holtrien's Southern Martial Union, across all the provinces, Victoria's reputation was legendary. In short, she was an extraordinary woman. Her martial arts prowess was as fierce as her beauty was stunning. Since she dared enter Goldridge alone to settle accounts with Henry, this meant she did not consider any of the martial arts experts there worthy of her concern. Meanwhile, Chantelle and Hank had been ordered to investigate the parasite poison in Gabo Creek. Scarlett orchestrated the parasite

Andrew ignored Hank's snarl completely and smiled at Chantelle instead. "Chantelle, it's only been a few days. How are you doing?" Chantelle nodded, her face glowing. "I'm good. Nothing to worry about. What about you? How are things on your end in Goldridge?" Andrew replied warmly, "I'm fine too. But I missed you so much, I couldn't help it… I just rushed over." Chantelle's cheeks turned red, and she pretended to scold him. "Andrew, we're on the job. No joking around." Hank, who had been standing there feeling ignored, finally snapped. His voice was low and cold. "Andrew, I asked you a question. What the hell are you doing here? We're here for an official investigation; you're not on the team. Who gave you the right to interfere?" Andrew looked at him with a half-smile. "Hank, what are you so worked up about? You seem really unhappy about my arrival. What's the matter? Did you do something you shouldn't have, and you're afraid I'm here to settle the score?" Hank's eyelid t

In the warm room, the air conditioning was running at full blast. After some gentle passion, everything fell quiet and calm again. Chantelle lay curled against Andrew's chest, her cheeks flushed as she rested her head on him. Her skin, showing above the covers, was fair and smooth, which seemed delicate to the touch. Andrew lay on his back with one arm around Chantelle's slender waist, feeling content and at peace. "Andrew!" "Yeah?" "Nothing… I just wanted to say your name." Andrew gave the cold beauty's perky bottom a playful squeeze. She winced a little and pouted. "Hey! That hurt!" Andrew looked down at her and smiled. "Was it good?" Chantelle turned away. "Go ask Lauren, Francesca, and Aspen… I don't have a say in this!" Andrew was genuinely exasperated. "Are you getting jealous again?" Chantelle replied, "I wouldn't call it jealousy, but why are you asking me if it was good? Don't you know?" Andrew nodded. "Oh? So that means you were very satisfied."