Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

Francesca stayed at West End, keeping Andrew company. "Andrew, you went after Michael because of Lauren, didn't you?"

Sitting beside him, the busty little lady spoke in a complicated tone.

Andrew chuckled. "This has nothing to do with Lauren. I told you before-Michael was never going to walk out of Jayrodale alive."

Francesca sighed. "I know Michael means nothing to you, but the people backing him are a different story. Kenny and the Golding family-one of the Five Apex Families—are involved. Andrew, I'm worried. If this blows up, you're going to be in serious trouble."

Andrew joked, "Isn't that a good thing? If I get into a mess, you can just marry someone else."

Francesca's eyes widened as she pouted. "Don't talk nonsense! I'm already your woman-there's no way I'm marrying someone else!"

Her face turned bright red. She was not even married yet, and he was already talking about her remarrying.noveldrama

What was that supposed to mean? Was he saying she was not satisfying him at night?

Andrew smirked. "Fran, you're a good woman. Whoever ends up with you will be one lucky guy."

Francesca felt a sweet warmth in her heart, though she still huffed playfully. "You always know what to say. So tell me, who exactly is this 'lucky guy'?"

Andrew thought for a moment before saying, "Well, he'd have to be handsome, charming, and charismatic... someone right in front of you, yet just out of reach."

Francesca burst into laughter and playfully punched Andrew in the chest. At that moment, Antonio walked in. " Mr. Lloyd, Kenny just called Michael's phone. He wants a video chat with you."

Andrew's expression remained calm. "Let's see what that old bastard wants."

Inside West End's underground cell, Michael lay half-dead on the floor. His wounds had been treated, so he looked slightly better. However, the damage done below the waist was permanent-his manhood was completely crushed-his life was over.

Michael vowed to kill Andrew. He had to destroy him completely-make him disappear from this world as revenge.

Just then, the cell door creaked open, and Andrew walked in with Francesca, Antonio, and a few others.

Antonio respectfully handed over the phone. "Mr. Lloyd, Kenny is calling again.”

Andrew took the phone and answered,

"You must be that little bastard

Andrew, huh? I'm ordering you to release Michael right now, then get your ass to my villa in Blumedale and beg for our forgiveness for three days and three nights."

Kenny's voice was cold and commanding, filled with barely contained rage. "If you

don't, I'm going to kill you. Not even God himself will be able to save you."

On the screen, Kenny looked absolutely furious, his face twisted with rage. Andrew, however, remained unfazed. “Mr. Kenny, calm down. Before we talk business, why don't I let you and Michael have a little father-son reunion?"

Kenny's heart leaped-he had been desperate to see how Michael was doing. However, he still scoffed, pretending to be unimpressed. "At least you know your place. Seems like you're not completely brainless after all."

"Give Michael the phone. I want to talk to him alone. The rest of you-get lost."

Andrew replied casually, "Yeah...

that's not happening. Michael's a

little too banged up right now. Even if I handed him the phone, he wouldn't have the strength to hold it."

Andrew tilted the camera down as he spoke, revealing Michael lying on the cold floor, barely breathing.

"Michael, what the hell happened to you?" Kenny's voice shook as he took in the scene. His face went pale, his disbelief evident.

Michael barely managed to open his swollen eyes. Tears welled up as he rasped, his voice hoarse and broken. "Dad ... it's over for me... my life... is completely over..."

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