All Chapters of Rising from the Ashes: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Leroy rushed toward Finley and Michael with desperation in his eyes. The situation was dire, and he needed allies fast. "Mr. Moore, with your prestigious background and connections, please help the Stevens family. I'll be your loyal supporter afterward," Leroy pleaded earnestly. He then turned to the other man, "Mr. Rhodes, as one of the elite four of Jayrodale, if you help the Stevens family out of this crisis, I'll be forever in your debt." Both Finley and Michael showed flickers of interest on their faces. The Stevens family was quite an attractive proposition, especially considering Christina, the elegant socialite. It would certainly be worth the effort if Christina could be theirs after. However, they both glanced up at Harvey, who was strutting arrogantly on the platform. After witnessing his display of power, they both decided to back down. "Leroy, it's not that I don't want to help," Finley said. "I just don't have a legitimate reason to step in right now. Next time

The strike was incredibly vicious, carrying the full force of the Weller family elder's 50 years of martial arts training. To experienced fighters like Finley and other martial arts experts in the crowd, it was clear that this attack carried lethal intent. Finley smirked. "This kid might have some skills, but he's hit a wall now. The fighter is obviously at least a junior grandmaster. Andrew couldn't possibly dodge that!" Down below, Lauren's expression suddenly tightened as she turned to Eunice and said, "Alert our people—if anything happens to Dr. Lloyd, we intervene immediately." "How do you plan to defend against my decades of refined combat experience?" the Weller family elder sneered. "Your arrogance comes with a price!" Many spectators instinctively covered their eyes, unable to watch what was coming. The elder's attack was beyond human limits, distorting the very air around them. Yet Andrew remained perfectly calm as he watched the thunderous palm strike approach. Whi

Michael, mind your own business and go back to your figurines collection," Lauren snapped coldly. The reminder of his embarrassing hobby filled Michael with rage and humiliation. "Lauren, that pretty boy you're protecting is a dead man walking," Michael growled. "Considering Harvey's temperament, I'll rip my own head off and let him use it as a soccer ball if Andrew makes it out of the Weller residence today." Just then, Harvey emerged from the platform with a dark expression. He shot Andrew a venomous glare before forcing a smile and announcing, "Everyone, please leave. It's my father's funeral, and I don't want to cause a scene. The Weller family's mercy extends just this once." Someone from the crowd asked about the elder's hasty departure, and Harvey's face twitched with barely contained rage. Still, he maintained his facade and replied, "Our elder is formidable and has protected the Weller family for years. He's just tired after multiple fights and needs some rest."

Without waiting for Andrew's input, the two women eagerly ordered drinks. The restaurant manager approached with a respectful smile to make suggestions. "Ms. Rhodes, Ms. Aicker, for refined young ladies like yourselves, I'd recommend our premium wine selection," the manager suggested smoothly. "It's gentle on the throat and won't leave you feeling unwell." Lauren scoffed at his recommendation. "Who do you think we are? Bring us your best vodka!" Francesca slapped the table in agreement, adding, "Exactly! Wine tastes like fancy water. We want the strong stuff!" The manager turned helplessly to Andrew, clearly impressed that this mysterious man had earned the company of two of Jayrodale's most prominent heiresses. Andrew simply smiled and said, "Let them have whatever they want. Their happiness is what matters." By the end of the meal, they had barely touched the food but had emptied two bottles of premium vodka. Andrew was amazed at Lauren and Francesca's tolerance. The al

"What's your problem?" Simon demanded angrily. "Move aside. I'll take Fran to her room myself," Andrew replied coldly. Simon barely contained his rage as he insisted, "Just hand her over. As her senior apprentice, I'm the most qualified to look after her!" "Actually, I was going to let you take her," Andrew said mockingly. "But now I don't trust you, so I'd better do it myself." Simon's constant jealousy and hostility had worn Andrew's patience thin. Though fuming, Simon had no choice but to step aside and let Andrew carry Francesca to her room. After making sure she was settled safely, Andrew stepped out. "Now you can get lost!" Simon spat. Andrew gave him a cold look and replied, "Stop deluding yourself, Simon. Fran has no feelings for you." He strode away, leaving Simon red-faced with anger. The front door slammed behind Andrew as he reached the street to call a cab back to the Moonlit Sanctuary. However, Simon's predatory glances toward Francesca kept nagging at