All Chapters of Rising from the Ashes: Chapter 911 - Chapter 920

Andrew let out a cold snort, showing no sign of panic. "If Kenny pushes me too far, I won't hesitate to take him out. The only thing I'm concerned about is the Golding family. I don't know much about them, so it's better to tread carefully." Dylan chimed in, his voice tense. "But right now, the enemy is in the shadows, and we're out in the open. It's hard to be cautious when we don't even know what they're planning. Even if the Golding family and Kenny are up to something, we won't find out anytime soon." Andrew smirked, his tone icy. "There's always a way. If they won't show themselves, we'll force them out. Natasha, call Kenny right now." Natasha grabbed Michael's phone and dialed Kenny's number. When the call connected, Kenny's voice came through, dripping with mockery. "Andrew, don't get too impatient. I'm still in the city, but soon, the Golding family's experts and I will be in Jayrodale. So, you'd better start thinking about running or surrendering." Andrew's voice wa

Phantom Eye let out a cold snort and asked, "So, Kenny and the Golding family are in Jayrodale now, aren't they? I bet Kenny brought along his son-in-law, Elon Golding, the eldest son of the Golding family. That fat guy is infamous for playing dirty. Trust me, he won't negotiate politely with you." Andrew nodded calmly. "You're right. He's already made his move by kidnapping someone close to me." Phantom Eye paused, then burst into laughter. "Then you're done for! A small-time player like you doesn't stand a chance against someone like Elon, who comes from one of the Five Apex Families. These guys aren't just spoiled rich kids—they're ruthless and resourceful. Crushing you would be child's play for him." Andrew raised an eyebrow, his tone indifferent. "Is that so? Well, we'll see about that. Personally, I think this Elon guy is no different from a dumb pig." With that, Andrew turned and walked away. Phantom Eye called after him, laughing. "However this plays out, Elon will dest

"So, Mr. Warren, why don't you turn around and head back where you came from?" Elon said dismissively. Donald chuckled inwardly, mocking, 'If it weren't for your family name, you'd be nothing. You're playing with fire going up against Mr. Lloyd. You'll end up just like Winston.' Nonetheless, he kept his tone polite. "You're absolutely right, Mr. Golding. A small-town police commissioner like me is hardly worth your attention. I'm just a nobody, right?" He paused, then added, "But if you could just tell me where Ms. Aicker is being held, I can bring Mr. Thatcher into this to handle the matter properly." Elon's expression darkened. "Are you threatening me with Mark? Get out of here. I don't know anything about this Francesca person. You're wasting your time." Donald kept his smile plastered on his face. "If you insist, Mr. Golding, then my team and I will have to conduct a search. If we find any evidence, I'm afraid we'll have to hold you accountable." Kenny waved his hand im

Andrew simply stared at him, his expression unchanging. "Is there another fatty around here that I'm missing?" Elon's face twisted into a vicious grin, his laughter growing louder and more menacing. "You've got some nerve, kid, talking to me like that. Fine, I'll give you one chance. Listen carefully." He puffed out his chest, clearly enjoying the sound of his own voice. "I am Elon Golding, the eldest son of the Golding family from Blumedale. Remember that." After his grand speech, Elon paused, looking down at Andrew with disdain, expecting him to be awestruck and drop to his knees in submission. Instead, Andrew responded with one word, "Idiot." Kenny exploded in rage. "Elon, do you see now? This little punk won't learn until he's crushed. Just take him out already!" Elon was seething. He had just announced his prestigious background, and this nobody, Andrew, had the audacity to call him an idiot. It was clear—Andrew was asking for death. "Kill him!" Elon barked, steppin

The crowd surged in, filling the Royal Suite of the Jayrodale Grand Hotel with an overwhelming presence. The hotel manager, his face pale, rushed forward and barked, "Dylan, Natasha, what the hell are you doing with all these people? Get out! The Royal Suite is booked for an important guest today. You're not welcome!" Dylan did not hesitate and immediately kicked the manager, sending him sprawling to the floor. "Shut up, or I'll end you right here." His calm, icy tone was enough to make the manager nearly wet himself. The crowd parted, and Francesca walked in, unharmed. "Andrew, I'm fine. Don't worry about me," she said, her voice steady. Then, glaring at Elon, she added, "But watch out for this fat pig from the Golding family. He's the one who kidnapped me!" Andrew turned to look at her and smiled. "Fatty, Kenny, I told you Fran would be rescued soon. Believe me now?" Kenny was in shock. "Elon, w-what's going on? Did your people let her go?" Elon's face was dark with a