Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

"But your club better line up ten beautiful women to serve me around the clock for a full week-no interruptions!" Davon demanded.

Seth replied coolly, "Not just ten. I can give you 20 if you think you can handle it. Anytime you want."noveldrama

Inwardly, Seth was disgusted by the bloated pig in front of him. If Davon had not been a longtime VIP client, Seth would have kicked him out a long time ago.

This loser wanted to compete with him for Aspen? Not a damn chance.

He would not even let anyone kiss the ground Aspen walked on, let alone touch her. From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he had already decided-Aspen would be his and his alone.

Davon sneered, "One more thing, Mr. Haywood-you better be careful. I saw Andrew fight with my own eyes. He took down Rufus without breaking a sweat. You better bring your A-team to that hotel."

Seth pointed at himself and scoffed. "Please. I am the A-team. Every single direct descendent of the Haywoods could end that little punk 100 different ways before breakfast."

Without wasting another moment, Davon's crew and Seth's enforcers-over 100 men-stormed toward the hotel like a small army.

Meanwhile, Andrew and Aspen had already packed up, ready to ghost the hotel.

"You think our little diversion's gonna work?" Aspen asked, her eyes flashing with a dark, vengeful gleam.

Andrew stayed calm as ever. "Don't worry. You'll get to watch the fireworks."

Aspen's expression turned frosty. "Christina and I... we were once great friends in a way. But now? I don't

or a thing. Honestly, the

brought all of this on themselves."

Moments later, the two pulled on their hats and headed to the hotel lobby.

They had just sat down when, right on cue, Davon with his swollen face-and Seth barged in, leading a swarm of men behind them.

"We're the Haywoods. We'll be fast and leave no mess," Seth announced like he owned the place.

The hotel front desk staff barely had time to ask questions before Seth flashed his identity and shut everyone down with sheer presence.

"Room 1288. That's where those two runaways are hiding. Davon, Seth-let's move," said one of the goons who had been tailing them, eager to prove himself.

Seth's eyes turned sharp and cruel. "The guy-take him down. Break him if you have to. But the girl? Don't lay a finger on her. She's mine to deal with personally."

The moment the order dropped, the crew roared in agreement and crammed into the elevator like a pack of wolves, heading straight for the 12th floor.

Back on the 12th floor, inside room 1288, Christina had just returned, exhaustion all over her face.

Irene fussed over her, massaging her shoulders and handing her water. "My poor Christie, you've worked so hard. Mr. Wright really went overboard, giving you so much responsibility! If he wears out the backbone of this household, I swear I'll give him a piece of my mind."

Christina said calmly, "The Wrights are a powerful stepping stone and a strategic platform. I don't mind the work or the stress. As long as I gain the skills and access to the right resources, I'll soon expand Stevens Corporation here."

Leroy clapped and cheered. "Christie, you're amazing! Seriously, you're perfect!

Earlier, Andrew and Aspen actually came crawling back here..."