Semua Bab Rising from the Ashes: Bab 781 - Bab 790

Andrew hesitated for a moment before saying slowly, "The reason I pushed you to improve your skills across the board is because I have other plans. Very soon, you might face a real test against much stronger opponents." Dylan, completely unfazed, smirked. "Mr. Lloyd, you gave me this life, so whether it's stronger opponents or even Jesus himself, I'll make sure he's running with that cross on his back!" Natasha, more perceptive than Dylan, narrowed her eyes at Andrew. "Darling, you're not about to tell us you've got enemies, are you?" Andrew shrugged. "Wouldn't call them enemies, but chances are, there's gonna be a fight." Natasha chuckled. "In Jayrodale? Please. I doubt there's anyone here who could even try to take you on. The Wellers, the Rhodes—none stand a chance against you. Even Mr. Yates on our side, so who else could you possibly be up against?" Andrew smiled. "Just because I don't have rivals in Jayrodale doesn't mean I don't have them elsewhere. For example, the Go

Michael felt a deep sense of frustration creeping up and let out a cold laugh. "Aunt Tiana, of all people, Andrew is the last person you should be asking for help. Who does he think he is? Like he could actually save Rhodes Corporation? The moment trouble showed up, he disappeared without a trace!" Tiana smirked. "Oh? So if Andrew isn't capable, does that mean you are?" Tell you what—if you can contain the media backlash and turn the pharmaceutical division around, I'll make you CEO on the spot. How about that?" Michael's face darkened immediately. While Tiana made it sound like she was giving him an opportunity, in reality, she was humiliating him in front of everyone. Her words did not just question his abilities—they made it clear to the entire room that Michael simply was not on Andrew's level. That was the only reason she could afford to make such an offer. Michael clenched his teeth. "Fine, Aunt Tiana. I admit, I can't fix this mess. But Andrew? He's even worse—he doesn

Michael's eyes burned with fury. "Aunt Tiana, I suggest we make Andrew pay for his arrogance and blatant disrespect!" Tiana nodded without hesitation. "You're right. He's gotten way too full of himself—it's time he faced the consequences. Tell you what—why don't you go over there right now, tie him up, and drag him back here? I'll personally take care of him. Sound good?" Michael's throat tightened as he stared at her in disbelief. He thought, 'Is she joking? Did she seriously expect me to go up against Andrew in a fight?' After all, if he could take Andrew down, he would not have needed to rely on Tiana in the first place. Tiana shot him a condescending look. "If you're not up for the task, then shut up." She turned to Marcus. "Give me the phone. I'll ask Andrew myself." This time, no one in the room dared to protest. They had all tried—and they had all been humiliated. Now, their only hope was Tiana. Tiana took the phone and, after a deep breath, spoke in a calm but fir

At Moonlit Apothecary, Andrew had just returned from the West End headquarters. The moment he stepped inside, he saw Lauren, now awake, sitting up in bed. Nyla and Francesca were by her side, chatting with her. Nyla greeted him with a smile, "Dr. Lloyd, you're back! Ms. Rhodes is awake!" Andrew nodded and walked over, lightly touching Lauren's forehead. After checking her temperature, he smiled. "No fever. You still look a little pale, but you'll be fine." Lauren hesitated before asking, "Dr. Lloyd, what's happening with the company right now?" Francesca huffed in frustration. "Lauren, look at yourself! You're still recovering, and you're already worrying about Rhodes Corporation? Mrs. Rhodes and Michael can handle it—you don't have to keep pushing yourself!" Lauren shook her head. "It's not about them. I'm worried about my father's position in Blumedale. Right now, a huge portion of our family's operations over there rely on Rhodes Corporation. If the company collapses, Dad

Michael roared in fury, thrashing violently as the group of executives pinned him down. Like a pack of butchers restraining a wild hog, they forced him into a deep bow. One by one, they followed suit, completing the bowing and begging for mercy. Michael's forehead slammed into the floor with each bow, the impact echoing through the room. Within moments, his forehead was red and swollen. Lauren and Francesca stood frozen, staring in utter disbelief. Seeing Michael, of all people, humiliated like this felt almost surreal. Lauren finally turned to Andrew. "Dr. Lloyd, was this your doing?" Andrew replied calmly, "How could I possibly arrange something like this? Mr. Rhodes simply had a change of heart. He realized he owed you an apology, so he's making amends in the most respectful way possible—by personally inviting you back to take charge." Lauren narrowed her eyes at Michael. "Is that really what you're thinking?" Michael's lips trembled as he held back tears. "Y-Yeah… Tha