All Chapters of Rising from the Ashes: Chapter 891 - Chapter 900

Gritting her teeth, Shiloh said, "I've been picking up part-time jobs lately, but I keep running into shady employers. Either they shortchange me, come up with random fines, or just outright refuse to pay me! "I thought about it, and working for you is way easier. Give me ten grand, and I'll take care of your enemy." She finished speaking and stared at Andrew with eyes gleaming like she was looking at a pile of gold. However, Andrew did not respond. His brows just furrowed deeply. Shiloh immediately panicked, wondering if she had asked for too much. So, she quickly adjusted. "How about eight grand? You only need to pay me eight grand, and I'll handle this for you!" Still, Andrew remained silent. Dylan and Natasha, on the other hand, were on the verge of losing it. Damn. A martial king—someone powerful enough to wipe out Jayrodale's entire underground scene and shake up the martial arts world—was offering her services for just eight grand? They had seen crazy things in their

Kenny roared, "You useless piece of trash! You're my son! With me backing you up and your sister married into the Golding family, what the hell are you crying about? Pull yourself together! I'm getting you out of there, and once I do, the entire Rhodes Corporation will belong to us. Got it?" However, Kenny's words did little to comfort Michael. Michael lifted his disheveled face, looking as pathetic as a pig in the mud, and wailed, "Dad, I don't give a damn about Rhodes Corporation! "What I care about… is that my manhood is gone! It's shattered, completely destroyed… Do you have any idea what that feels like?! I'll never be able to sleep with women again! I'll never feel pleasure again!" Kenny felt a chill run from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, like a bucket of ice water had just been dumped on him. "Y-Your manhood is gone?" His voice shot up several octaves, filled with disbelief. Michael's expression twisted with pure hatred as he pointed at Andrew and screa

Francesca laughed along, patting her chest proudly. "Andrew, I swear, Shiloh is like a walking monster! There was a group of thugs who came to Moonlit Apothecary, got treated, and then refused to pay. "Shiloh happened to see it, and before I even realized what was happening, she took care of them in seconds! My grandpa told me in secret that Shiloh is an absolute martial arts master, the kind that almost never appears in public. Even you aren't a match for her!" Andrew smirked. "Mr. Aicker thinks that little of me?" Francesca shook her head. "It's not about underestimating you—just that Shiloh is really that strong! I saw her fight with my own eyes, and it was insane! So the moment I heard you were going up against Kenny, I immediately thought of bringing Shiloh to help you. "Plus, she's been in a bad mood lately since her side gigs haven't been paying well. The moment she heard you needed backup, she immediately agreed on one condition. You had to pay her upfront." Francesca

Phantom Eye's gaze lingered on Shiloh's figure, noting her delicate yet perfectly sculpted curves. Once Kenny's business was handled, he figured he might as well have some fun with her—maybe even rekindle an old flame. These were the thoughts leisurely playing out in Phantom Eye's mind. Reality, however, was an entirely different story—Shiloh slapped him so hard that blood gushed out of his mouth as he flew back over 30 feet in an instant, and a loud crash echoed as his body slammed into the ground. Phantom Eye felt like his jaw was about to shatter. His entire head was throbbing, the pain unbearable. At first, the slap had looked so light, almost weightless. Yet, the moment it reached him, it felt like a helicopter rotor tearing through the air, carrying a force that could crush mountains. His survival instincts kicked in immediately, but it was too late. He silently cursed, 'Shit! I've misjudged her strength! I'm screwed!' Natasha and Dylan were utterly stunned, and so wa

Dylan and Natasha both struggled to keep a straight face. Just moments ago, Phantom Eye had been someone they feared. But now? He looked like nothing more than a cowardly fool. "Relax, she already left," Andrew said casually. Phantom Eye let out a long breath of relief, and his tone immediately shifted back to arrogance. "If it wasn't for that woman, you'd be on your knees in front of me right now!" Andrew smirked. "Well, I could always call her back—to 'educate' you a little more." Phantom Eye's entire body stiffened. His attitude did a complete 180 as he forced a smile and nodded eagerly. He replied hurriedly, "Mr. Lloyd, whatever you need to know, just ask! I'll tell you everything—no secrets, I swear!" Andrew nodded in satisfaction. "Now that's a good boy. First question—Kenny sent you here to do two things, right? Save Michael and kill me?" Phantom Eye immediately answered, "That's right. Right now, Kenny wants nothing more than to tear you to pieces. Otherwise, he w