Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 1129 Logan instinctively stepped forward, panicked, ready to intervene.

However, Andrew stopped him.

"No rush.

Mr.

Keller Senior needs to burn off some of that energy first.

That way, it'll be easier for me to treat him afterward." Logan's voice trembled.

"Dr.

Lloyd, my father is not going to get hurt, right?" Andrew smirked.

"Relax.

Mr.

Keller Senior will be fine.

If anyone's in danger, it's probably Dr.

Lake." Mosby and George had already gone head-to-head in combat.

However, George looked completely possessed, growling like a wild beast, clearly stripped of rationality.

His physical strength was nothing short of monstrous.

Every vase, table, and piece of furniture in the room that stood in his way was shattered to dust under his fists.

He held nothing back.

Chantelle's eyes widened.

That strength...

Has Mr.

Keller Senior reached martial king level?" Logan sighed, conflicted.

"That was originally a tightly guarded secret of the Keller family.

No outsiders were supposed to know.

But now that he's lost control like this...

there's no point hiding it anymore.

"Yes, My father was attempting to break through into the martial ---- king level.

He wanted to become the strongest leader in our family's historybut that's what caused this." Andrew's tone turned cold.

"So your father isn't sick at all.

He just went off course during his training.

This is energy corruptiona botched cultivation that's turned inward.

You've been wasting your time bringing in those so-called medical experts.

"In the end, not only did they fail to help him, but a few of them might end up losing their lives right here." Logan forced a bitter smile.

"That's pretty much the situation.

Dr.

Lloyd...

do you have a solution?" Andrew shrugged.

"Sure, I do.

But for now, let's enjoy Dr.

Lake's performance." Chantelle warned sharply, "Andrew, don't act so smug.

If even Dr.

Lake can't handle it, then you should be the last person talking.

If you get yourself killed trying to act important, no one will bother saving you." Andrew replied lightly, "Don't worry, Ms.

Garcia.

I'll protect my life very carefullyfor the sake of seeing you naked." Chantelle was livid.

Was this bastard really so confident he was going to win that bet? Logan discreetly wiped the sweat off his forehead.

In his heart, there were only three words to describe Andrew: Lust-driven lunatic.

---- Just then, Mosby and George's fight neared its climax.

Mosby was clearly struggling, forced to retreat with each blow, shouting in frustration.

"Mr.

Keller Senior, please! You must calm down! If you keep this up, I'll have no choice but to hurt you!" Andrew said calmly, "Dr.

Lake, if you can't take it anymore, just say so.

There's no point to all this 'I'll be forced to hurt you' talk, It's not like you actually have the ability to do anything to Mr.

Keller Senior." Mid-fight, Mosby gritted his teeth and glanced toward the voice.

When he saw who it was, his face immediately darkened.

He scoffed, "You again, you arrogant little cheat.

The Keller family doesn't need you meddling here.

As long as I am present, Mr.

Keller Senior is in good hands.

So go back to wherever you came from!" Andrew did not seem offended at all.

He smiled and said, "Dr.

Lake, you might want to focus while you're still on your feet because I'm not sure those old bones of yours can handle what's coming." Mosby scoffed and stopped holding backhe brought out both fists and launched a full counterattack.

His tone was icy.

"I've ruled Blumedale's medical world for 30 years.

I've seen every bizarre illness under the sun.

Mr.

Keller Senior's condition is tricky, sure, but not beyond me." ---- With a shout, he drove multiple silver needles into George's acupoints.

George, who had been rampaging wildly, suddenly froze mid-punch.

His body locked into place as if hit with an invisible pause button.

Chantelle clapped her hands, smiling.

"Dr.

Lake, impressive as always!" Mosby heard the applause coming from Derek's prized secretary and could not help feeling proud.

He stroked his beard and prepared to offer a few modest remarks.

Just then, George's body jolted violently, and the silver needles that had pierced his acupoints were ejected one by one under the surge of powerful inner energy.

Mosby's face twisted.

"No!" He spun around, trying to retreatbut it was too late.

George, now completely free and berserk, lunged like a raging bull.

His fists came crashing down like twin avalanches, slamming square into Mosby's chest.

A torrent of blood burst from Mosby's mouth, painting the air.

The smugness on his face vanished in an instant, and all that remained was horror and agony.