Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

Andrew nodded and said, "Alright then. Dylan, head to the airport and bring Phantom Eye to West End. I'll deal with him myself!"

Dylan's jaw nearly hit the floor. "Mr. Lloyd, Phantom Eye is practically a semi- martial king. Are we seriously going in without a plan?"

Andrew gave him a strange look. "What plan?"

Dylan's face twitched as he hurriedly said, "Mr. Lloyd, going head-to-head with someone like Phantom Eye is basically a death sentence! Shouldn't we use some kind of strategy? Maybe pit him against someone else? Poison him? Set up some kind of trap?

"There's no way we can take him on in a direct fight!"

Andrew gave him an approving nod. "In the face of a powerful enemy, you're already thinking about sneaky tactics to avoid a head-on clash. Dylan, looks like you've been growing lately! But..."

Dylan looked at him eagerly. "But?"

Andrew smirked. "But it's just one guy. There's no need to overcomplicate things. I mean, it's only a semi-martial king, not a full martial king. So relax. Just bring him to West End, and I'll teach him some manners with a slap or two."

Dylan's face twitched even harder, and Natasha felt her heart pounding.

A slap or two? That was all it would take to teach Phantom Eye a lesson? She wondered when Andrew became so over-the-top and full of hot air.

Just then, Andrew's phone rang-it was Francesca.

"Andrew, where are you? I heard you captured Michael!"

On the other end, the busty little lady sounded frantic, her voice filled with concern.

Andrew replied, "Yeah, Michael's with me. Don't worry, Fran."

Francesca snapped, "My grandpa said the whole Blumedale's Rhodes family is in chaos! How can I not worry? Andrew, just tell me where you are. I'm bringing reinforcements!"

Andrew frowned. "Reinforcements? No need, Fran. Just stay put and keep an eye on the medical center."

Francesca was firm. "I don't care! I'm coming to find you, and trust me, the person I'm bringing will be a huge help!"

Andrew sighed helplessly. "Fine. I'm at the West End base, with Natasha. Come over."

Francesca brightened. "Alright! Give me ten minutes!"

Ten minutes later.

Francesca rushed into the West End headquarters, dragging someone along with her. Natasha was stunned. "Ms. Aicker? Master Shiloh? What are you two doing here?"

Francesca pulled Shiloh forward and said casually, "Natasha, we're here to help! We're taking down bad guys together."

Natasha did not know whether to laugh or cry. Ladies, the enemy this time is a big shot from Blumedale's martial arts world. You two are

delicate and well-bred-forge no

fighting; just staying safe is enough. If anything happens to you, my darling will have even more to worry about!"

Francesca did not bother explaining and turned to Andrew. Andrew, Shiloh agreed

to help, but only if you offer a price that satisfies her."

Andrew looked at the veiled Shiloh and scolded himself for forgetting about her. She was basically his hidden ace, a full-fledged martial king-Someone who could destroy anything with just a command.

Not using her would be a complete waste.noveldrama

"Right, I almost forgot about you, Shiloh." Andrew chuckled. "Name your price. Kenny just sent a skilled fighter after me, so why don't you give him a crash course in Jayrodale's customs?"

Shiloh, as always, remained perfectly calm and indifferent. Chapter 892