All Chapters of Rising from the Ashes: Chapter 1791
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Chapter 1791
Faced with the questioning and angry glares from his three ladies, Andrew maintained his innocent expression as he firmly denied it. "Lauren, Fran, Aspen, don't believe this guy. He's just jealous of me and trying to slander me!" Hank sneered. "Andrew, you and Chantelle said you were checking into a hotel right in front of me. Now you want to deny it?" Andrew's expression remained calm. He used the oldest skill in a seasoned man's playbook—deny till the end. "I don't know what you're talking about, Hank. If you want to frame me, at least come up with a better story! Lauren, do you trust him or me?" Lauren did not hesitate. "We trust you! But that doesn't mean it's entirely impossible either." Francesca scoffed. "Honey, if you really got involved with Ms. Garcia, just say it. We won't blame you." Aspen nodded quickly. "Exactly. Ms. Garcia's actually not bad at all. We'd gladly welcome her to the team." Hank almost exploded from jealousy. Where on earth could a man find
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Chapter 1792
Andrew chuckled and said, "How would I dare? She's the pride of Gabo Creek. I wouldn't even qualify to be in her presence!" Downstairs in the bar, Luna stepped through the door and immediately looked up toward the second-floor booth. The moment her eyes landed on Andrew, a flash of coldness crossed her face. Leslie, following close behind, sneered. "General, that arrogant fool is here too." Luna replied calmly, "Ignore him. I'll leave as soon as our business is done." Zachary approached and greeted her politely. "General Phelan, welcome. Please, have a seat." Luna sat down with a relaxed posture, casually crossing one long, boot-clad leg over the other. "So, you're about to take Jerome's inner disciple assessment. How confident are you?" Zachary gave a sly smile. "If you'd asked me before, I'd say 30%. But now? I'd say 80, maybe even 90%." Luna scoffed. "That's nonsense. Zachary, I have no idea where your confidence is coming from. Jerome is a titan of the Southern Mart
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Chapter 1793
Leslie did not leave, looking like she was waiting for someone. Before long, Ryder arrived with about five bodyguards behind him. It was an impressive entourage that befitted the head of the Ulrich family. Leslie stood up with a bright smile. "Ryder, you're here! Come, have a seat!" Ryder grunted and sat down casually. He said matter-of-factly, "Did you ask me out for something specific? I've been pretty busy taking over the family business lately, so if it's nothing urgent, I'll head out." Leslie playfully scolded him. "Even with all that going on, you should still make time to relax! I already ordered drinks, and they'll be here soon. I just wanted to sit down and talk with you tonight." Ryder was not particularly interested and said flatly, "Wow, now that's unexpected. You never used to be so warm to me before, let alone invite me out for drinks. Honestly, this sudden friendliness kind of throws me off." Leslie looked a little awkward and let out a dry laugh. "Oh, come
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Chapter 1794
Ryder's face was pure bliss, like he was floating on cloud nine. In the bar's dim lighting, Leslie's pitiful expression vanished instantly. It transformed into a cold, triumphant smirk of someone whose scheme had succeeded perfectly. This scene completely escaped Ryder, who was too busy embracing his beautiful catch. Little did he know, Andrew and the others upstairs had witnessed everything crystal clear. Francesca stared in shock. "Aspen, you really nailed it on the head. Oh my goodness, she's such a master manipulator!" Lauren gave her a thumbs-up. "Aspen, your ability to spot a manipulative bitch is seriously impressive! You got it completely right, not even slightly off!" Aspen felt a bit smug and was about to speak when a whistle suddenly pierced the air nearby. The three women looked over with exasperation. "Honey, what are you whistling for?" Andrew shrugged casually. "Breaking up the lovebirds, of course. Those two are making me sick just watching them, so the
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Chapter 1795
Before Ryder could respond, Andrew feigned surprise. "Ryder, is there seriously something going on between you and her?" Ryder gave an awkward laugh. "To be honest with you, Mr. Lloyd, I did pursue Leslie for a bit. But now, I've pretty much lost interest in her! Just now, she was clinging to me, so I had no choice but to humor her for a bit! Otherwise, I couldn't be bothered to deal with her!" Leslie was incensed when she heard this. "Ryder, you son of a—" She pointed at Ryder, about to unleash a furious tirade. However, Andrew cut in first. "Ryder, a real man never has to worry about finding a woman, especially someone with your family background. There's no need to settle for second-rate goods!" Ryder lit up, his face full of respect. "Oh? I'm all ears, Mr. Lloyd." Andrew chuckled. "Well, these are just some thoughts from experience. You've seen the women around Mr. Lloyd, right? Each one of them is one-of-a-kind, out of this world, jaw-droppingly gorgeous. And it's not
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Chapter 1796
There was just one more day until New Year's Day. Andrew would be traveling with Zachary to Goldridge, the headquarters of the Southern Martial Union. That morning, Chantelle drove over to Serenity Villa and was surprised to see Andrew training with his five top disciples, each drenched in sweat. "You seriously plan to turn them into martial arts masters?" she asked. Andrew kept a calm expression. "They're still a ways off from becoming true masters, but they've already crossed the beginner's threshold. They can definitely handle your average fighter." Chantelle watched them for a moment and nodded. "Ms. Stevens already has some martial foundation. Reaching Martial King level won't be a big deal for her. But Ms. Aicker and Ms. Rhodes? That's another story. I'm going to be blunt, even if you don't want to hear it. "Training them now is just a waste of your time and energy. Their bones are already set. Trying to get them to break into the martial arts world at this point is ext
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Chapter 1797
With a low shout, Francesca tightened her fist and launched the first attack. Chantelle sneered, calmly met her with one hand, and effortlessly brushed her punch aside. She was just about to mock her when a sharp whistle cut through the air, so fast it made her skin crawl. "Oh no!" Chantelle's eyes widened in alarm. She jerked her neck back instinctively, craning it up as something flashed downward like lightning. Above her, Aspen's dagger had sliced through the air so fast it left a faint afterimage behind. "You…" Chantelle's shock turned into fury. Was Aspen really going in for the kill? Damn it. No wonder she was trained by Andrew—just as ruthless and unorthodox. With a snort, Chantelle twisted her body like a pouncing panther, pushing off the floor and springing upward. Her right leg shot high and strong, kicking straight at Francesca's punch mid-air. Francesca let out a muffled groan. Unable to withstand the blow, she stumbled backward from the impact. Chantelle
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Chapter 1798
Andrew chuckled. "I was just kidding. It was just a friendly spar, so there was no need to talk about winning or losing. Come on, I'll take you inside to patch you up." Andrew's tone shifted casually, dropping the whole ‘black tights' thing. Then, he turned to lead the way. As he walked off, he glanced back at the trio and barked, "You three, keep training! No slacking off. If I catch anyone slacking, your training's getting doubled!" Lauren and the others immediately got serious and picked up the pace. Chantelle followed Andrew reluctantly, clearly in a foul mood. "My injuries are fine. I don't need treatment. I only came here to inform you that I'll be investigating the parasite poison situation with Hank starting today." Andrew raised a brow. "With Hank, that scumbag? Whose genius idea was that?" Chantelle looked disgusted. "Relax, I know exactly what kind of trash he is. Besides, men are all the same anyway. I don't care whose idea it was, but I'm not giving him an ounc
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Chapter 1799
Andrew easily caught Chantelle's hand mid-strike. Then, he stepped forward sharply, pinning her against the wall in one smooth move. "You—" she growled, the spark in her eyes flaring with real anger. She lifted her knee, aiming a kick at him. However, Andrew was faster. His leg slipped between hers, firm and unyielding, stopping her in place. Chantelle's breath caught. She could feel the pressure of his muscular thigh locking her in place, and her heartbeat pounded wildly. How could this jerk be so damn forceful? They were face to face, so close their noses nearly brushed. "Don't test my patience. You lost a bet. Now honor it. Don't make me force your hand," Andrew whispered in her ear. Chantelle felt a rush of heat that made her squirm. It was not from fear, but from something far more confusing. "You're hurting my hand, you brute! Let go, Andrew. That's an order!" she snapped, though her voice lacked the edge it needed. Andrew did not budge. He swept her into his a
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Chapter 1800
"Women should know how to dress up. That's how you bring out real beauty," Andrew said with a teasing smirk. Chantelle muttered. "Mind your own business. Now you've had your look, haven't you? If you're done, I'm taking it off." Andrew stepped forward and caught her ankle before she could move. Her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively tried to pull away. However, Andrew pulled her closer in one swift motion, seating her right between his legs. The position was so unexpected and so suggestive that her mind blanked for a second. She immediately thought of the position where the woman was on top. "L-Let me down! You said just look, not touch! Why are you changing the rules?" Chantelle stammered as she pushed against him, trying to escape. Andrew slapped her on the butt with his big hand. "Don't move around. These tights are delicate, and they'll tear if you struggle." Still locked in place, Chantelle's frustration bubbled. "Andrew, this isn't the time to mess around!
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