All Chapters of Rising from the Ashes: Chapter 2061 - Chapter 2070

Henry roared as he jerked his body backward, desperately trying to dodge the deadly strike. However, the moment he leaned back, his heart sank. The person in his arms was instantly snatched away, as if he had handed them over on a silver platter. "Give her back, or die!" Henry bellowed furiously. He slammed his palm against the floor, springing his body upward. However, it was already too late. Andrew had succeeded with one strike. Carrying the unconscious Shiloh in his arms, he charged directly through the fourth-floor corridor toward the window at the other end. Henry gave chase relentlessly, roaring, "Who the hell are you? How dare you snatch someone from me like that! Do I look like a pushover to you?" The corridor was dimly lit, and Andrew was running with his head down, so Henry did not recognize him. Andrew paid no attention to Henry's furious shouts. Just as the window came into view and he was about to burst through and leap out, a towering figure suddenly appear

When the second strike came, Henry's eyes filled with terror, and he did not dare take it head-on. Instead, he leaped away, his figure flickering several times as he fled the scene. His bitter voice echoed back through the night. "Just you wait, Andrew!" Andrew remained unmoved and turned to look at the blue-eyed woman before him. Her facial features looked like she was from Holtrien. However, her blue eyes clearly marked her as mixed-blood. Seeing Andrew studying her, Cordelia giggled sweetly and bowed gracefully, very demure. "I'm Cordelia Bourne. Thank you so much for saving me, handsome. I'm mixed-race. Do you like my eyes? Why don't you come closer for a better look?" Her voice was bright and clear, like a songbird. Combined with her innocent smile, it was almost impossible not to be drawn in. Andrew, as if under a spell, began stepping toward her. The smile on Cordelia's face grew brighter. However, it turned cold as the dagger in her hand thrust viciously toward An

At the same time, inside a villa on Mount Zircon, Henry sat with Grace and Edwin. Three martial saints had gathered in the room. "Mr. Fischer, are your injuries alright?" Grace asked, her tone not the slightest bit concerned. Henry stared out the window at the breaking dawn and said coldly, "Not enough to kill me." Grace gave a twisted smile. "Who would've thought that even someone as cautious as you could get ambushed?" Henry's cheek twitched. If Eric and Andrew had not been there to distract him, he never would have slipped. Moreover, Eric's attitude now was distant and uncertain. It was obvious that he no longer intended to return to him. The thought filled Henry with fury. If Eric had truly fallen for Andrew, then what did that make him? That bastard not only tricked him last time, but now it seemed he was stealing his man, too. His feelings for Eric were complicated, like a treasure he could never allow anyone else to touch. Edwin finally spoke. "Mr. Fischer, if

Henry hissed, "And for the record, you're into men. If one day you fall for Andrew, then what does that make you? How do you think he'll see you?" Eric let out a cold laugh. "I don't care how he sees me." With that, he walked away. Henry clenched his teeth, but in the end, he did not stop Eric. A heavy wave of frustration surged in his chest. He was determined to eliminate Andrew. Again and again, that man had ruined his plans, and now even Eric had been taken from him. Henry could only feel bitter defeat and burning rage. … At Andrew's side, dawn finally broke. Eric had gone out to get food and gather news about Goldridge. Time passed slowly, but Andrew looked calm, not worried in the least that Eric might run away. After all, this was Goldridge, and Henry had already shown his face here. If Eric wanted to leave, now would have been the perfect chance. The door creaked open, and Eric walked in, pale-faced, holding a paper bag of breakfast. He tossed down Goldridge'

Andrew said evenly, "If you can quit acting slutty, I might consider sparing you a slap." Cordelia's face darkened, and she did not dare continue. Eric had already beaten her so badly before that the shadow of it lingered in her mind. Once again, Andrew pressed his hand against the seal on her back. The burning sting hit him instantly. The Flamebinding carried a fiery force similar to his Inferno Strike, but there was a difference. His Inferno Strike was pure, explosive heat, while the Flamebinding was fire mixed with poison, heat laced with venom. Andrew worked quickly. He sealed several pressure points along her spine and then channeled his energy into the seal. At once, his power clashed violently against the seal's energy. Cordelia screamed, her whole body trembling. "What are you doing? Why does my back hurt so much? Stop, stop it!" Eric let out a cruel laugh, mimicking her voice. "Stop, stop it! Bitch, do you think this is some R-rated flick you're moaning for?" An