All Chapters of Rising from the Ashes: Chapter 921 - Chapter 930

Dylan grabbed Elon by the arm and yanked him to his feet. Elon struggled, shouting, "Let me go! Do you even know who I am? Do you have any idea who you're messing with?" Andrew had heard enough. Without hesitation, he slapped Elon twice across the face, silencing him mid-rant. Elon's cheeks burned, and he clenched his teeth, swallowing his words. Kenny, meanwhile, was forced to his knees by Natasha. He glared up at Andrew, his eyes bloodshot with rage. "Do you realize what you've done, Andrew? You've just crossed a line you can't come back from! You've messed with the Golding family, and now you're going to pay—" Andrew simply said, "Make him quiet." Natasha immediately kicked Kenny in the stomach, causing him to double over and vomit. He gasped for air, too stunned to speak another word. Andrew turned back to Elon, patting his swollen face. "Mr. Golding, we didn't have any beef before this. But you thought you were untouchable and decided to stick your nose in Jayrodale's b

Andrew shook his head and said, "Sorry, but there's no antidote for this kind of deadly poison. There's only one way to counteract it." Elon asked, "What is it?" Andrew smirked. "Oh, it's nothing special… just golden juice." Terrified for his life, Elon muttered under his breath, "Golden juice… golden juice…" Without wasting another second, he bolted, dragging the Golding family's men with him. Nothing else mattered anymore—he had to get back to Blumedale as fast as possible and find the so-called golden juice to save himself. Michael and Kenny exchanged glances without saying a word before heading off in another direction. As they stepped out of the Royal Suite, Michael sneered. "Andrew, I'll be returning to Jayrodale soon. Count on it." Andrew's tone remained indifferent. "No, you won't." With that, the Royal Suite emptied out. Andrew instructed Dylan and Natasha to take their people and leave. Francesca, who had been watching the whole scene, looked at Andrew with

After speaking, Jameson glanced at Andrew, his admiration growing even more. This young man had the guts to stand up to Tiana—something he had always wanted to do but never could. He could not help but feel impressed. Jameson, Tiana, and their driver took one car, while Andrew and Francesca drove separately. Inside their car, Jameson reached for Tiana's hand, but she quickly pulled away. She snapped, "I don't like public displays of affection." Jameson sighed, rubbing his temples. "Tiana, your temper is exhausting. Don't you get tired of being so angry all the time?" Tiana shot him a glare. "Oh, I'm the problem? You're the one fawning over Andrew like he's some kind of prodigy—a few sweet words from him, and you're already wrapped around his finger. Don't forget, Jameson, the Driscoll family is still looming over us. And that boy? He's a smooth talker who's already charmed you and Lauren." Jameson's expression turned serious. "So what if the Driscoll family is powerful? That

Andrew chuckled, "I always thought you were the undisputed head of the household, Mr. Rhodes. Turns out, Mrs. Rhodes has the upper hand!" Jameson, slurring his words, waved a hand dismissively. "Who says she has the upper hand? I'm the boss in this house! Come on, let's keep drinking. If she dares to interfere, I'll… I'll deal with her!" Andrew grinned. "Alright, let's go. Three more rounds on me!" He then turned to Tiana with an innocent look. "Mrs. Rhodes, you saw it yourself. I'm not forcing him to drink. He's just having a good time!" Tiana let out a cold laugh, her eyes shooting daggers at Andrew. If looks could kill, Andrew would have been a goner by now. Lauren and Francesca, having finished their meal, sat back and watched the drama unfold. Seeing Tiana's furious expression, they struggled to hold back their laughter. Andrew was truly something else—mischievous to the core. Tiana was clearly the least happy person at the table tonight. At one point, Andrew excuse

Francesca let out a startled yelp, nearly swerving the car straight into the manmade lake. "Okay, okay! I'll head home tonight—I won't go to your place! Seriously, though… Mrs. Rhodes takes control freak to a whole new level." In the end, the two went their separate ways. After dropping Andrew off, Francesca drove back to her own place. The person trailing them immediately called Tiana to report, "Ma'am, they both went home separately. Nothing suspicious happened." Tiana scoffed and waved them off. "Hah! And here I thought he was some player. That brat probably wouldn't even have the guts, even if Francesca threw herself at him. Men… A bunch of damn cowards." … Meanwhile, Jameson was already sprawled on the bed, lazily reaching out to pull Tiana into his arms. "Tiana, my love, the night is young, and we have important business to take care of!" Tiana yanked herself free with a sharp snort. "Get lost. I'm not sleeping with you tonight. At dinner, what did you call me again