Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

"Ever since you took Andrew in as your sworn brother, haven't you noticed how all hell broke loose for the Wrights?" Rafael pressed.

Kevin froze. Now that he thought about it, it seemed true. Originally, his plan was to use Andrew's connections and brainpower to help the Wrights gain leverage. He even went so far as to force Quinton to call Andrew his godfather.

Yet, in return, the Wrights had not gained a thing-only endless chaos and mess. At this point, they were drowning in problems. Moreover, even their elite private security had suffered casualties.

That kind of loss was not something they could afford.

"Andy, do you really have nothing to explain?" Kevin gritted his teeth and spoke with a dark expression.

"If you have nothing to say and admit that you did indeed sow discord and harm the Wrights with your malicious schemes, then I'm sorry, I'll do what needs to be done, even if it means killing you myself."

Andrew let out a sigh of frustration. "Kevin, my only explanation is this-you've been tricked. You've been played like a fool by Rafael the smiling snake, Mosby the sly old fox, Grand Viper the senile brute... and even your own son."

Quinton laughed sharply. "Father, don't fall for his crap! Look at him-he's out of excuses and putting on a pity act to win your sympathy! He's clearly desperate, hoping you'll let him walk away one last time!"

Mosby was practically gleeful now. "That's enough. Everyone-move in! If we strike all at once, we can immobilize him instantly. No need to kill him yet-just cripple him and finish him off after we settle the real business."

Rafael licked his lips and chuckled wickedly. "Andrew, you little bastard, I told you long ago that crossing the Driscolls would get you killed horribly! You didn't believe me then, but now it's too late for regrets!"

Grand Viper, who had no patience left, roared, "I'm going first! You little punk-pay for the blood of my two assassins with your life!"

Kevin bellowed, "Tora, kill him!"noveldrama

The Wrights' security unit sprang

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into action, surrounding Andrew in a coordinated strike. Yet, in that deadly moment, Andrew still wore that same calm, smiling face.

"Kevin," he said quietly, "as your sworn brother, I just want to say one last thing, If after hearing it, you still think I'm a traitor and the

mastermind behind everything, then I will stand right here and let the Wrights' security team hack me to death with their blades!"

Kevin's expression shifted in shock. "You mean that?"

Quinton, Mosby, and the others silently cursed their bad luck. Kevin, being the suspicious person he was, had been swayed once again by Andrew's words.

They all cursed at Andrew, believing he really needed to die. Not just him,

but his entire cursed bloodline deserved to be wiped out. Having someone like this alive in the world was a nightmare for anyone who encountered him.

He was just too damn good at stirring up trouble and twisting arguments, and his ability to manipulate situations was beyond infuriating.

Kevin raised his hand and barked, "Everyone, stand down! Anyone who makes a move-I'll have the Wrights' guards kill them on the spot!"

He looked at Andrew, gritting his teeth. "Fine. You get your final words. But if you can't clear your name... you won't be walking out of here alive, Andrew."

Andrew smiled slightly, not the least bit panicked. He took his time, calmly sweeping his gaze across the crowd. Then, his eyes landed on Quinton.

Quinton immediately stiffened, his scalp tingling with dread. Being stared down by that devil, he knew, without a doubt, nothing good was coming next.