Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 1414 The rich kids around them immediately started sucking up to Spencer. Someone said, "Mr. Irving isn't just rich-he's filthy rich. You should be thanking your lucky stars he's even glancing your way, kid." "Don't you see Mr. Irving already held out his hand? What the hell are you standing there for?" One of the socialites chuckled. "Everyone who tried to be friends with Mr. Irving ended up with a broken wrist and a hospital stay. Hey, Dr.

Lloyd or whatever, | suggest you crawl back to wherever you came from. It might be embarrassing, but it's still better than ending up half-paralyzed!" Hannah smiled sweetly and said, "Andrew, don't tell me you're actually too chicken for this. If that's the case, then were really gonna lose all respect for you." Even the usually cold Freya frowned and gave hima warning. "You should just turn around and leave. Mr. Irving is undeniably strong-he could easily knock out a bull.

Don't overestimate yourself." Andrew stayed expressionless but suddenly extended his ---- hand. "Alright then, Mr. Irving. You want to be friends? Perfect, 'cause I've been curious whether you even qualify to be mine." Spencer was caught off guard for a second. Then, he burst out laughing in rage. "Damn, talking big huh? If you're not in the ER tonight, I'll take your last name!" The young heirs and socialites around them were shocked by Andrew's arrogant words.

It was suicide-literally just two words: pure suicide. Freya glanced off to the side and sneered. "Trying to show off at an event like this? Only one word fits: idiot." Andrew and Spencer were already gripping hands. Spencer's arm was thick as a tree trunk, and his muscles bulged as he squeezed with everything he had, trying to crush Andrew's bones. He growled, "Enjoy your hospital stay, punk.

You'll be laid up for at least two weeks." Around them, the other rich kids raised their glasses, jeering with anticipation. It was like they were already watching Andrew's hand split open and shatter from Spencer's grip. ---- Then, a sharp, blood-curdling scream suddenly pierced the air. However, it did not come from Andrew. It came from the big guy, Spencer. Everyone saw the veins on his arm violently twitching like they were being shocked with volts of pain.

His face contorted as his eyes bulged and bloodshot lines streaked his sockets. The agony was unbearable. "What the hell..." The whole crowd froze in disbelief. Even the three Keller sisters blanked out for two solid seconds. Andrew, calm as ever, tightened his grip just a little more. With a series of sickening cracks, Spencer's hand completely caved in. He let out a wild howl and dropped to his knees in front of Andrew. "Stop! Please! Let go!

Please, my hand-" His pitiful begging left everyone utterly stunned. The Keller sisters finally snapped out of it, and each of them stared in shock. Spencer, that beast of a man, had just been crushed by ---- Andrew? Judging by their sizes, Andrew looked like a featherweight compared to Spencer. How the hell did that even happen? From afar, Elon let out a cold scoff as he kicked up his leg in amusement. He muttered, "What an idiot.

With the kind of pathetic money the Irving family has, they're not even worthy of shining that monster's shoes." He already knew that Spencer was not just going to lose-he was going to be utterly humiliated. Not just him, but every other spoiled heir in the room was going to get wrecked Anyone dumb enough to mess with Andrew-the Devil himself-was bound to come out peeled and bleeding. Elon was honestly impressed.

The guy did not earn the title of 'The Grand Physician' by luck-he took it with raw power. These clueless, coddled heirs were clearly mentally challenged. They knew Andrew was ruthless, and they still thought they could show off in front of him? ---- Then again, Elon could not really blame them. He used to be just like that-young, dumb, and full of ego. When he first stepped out of Blumedale, he thought he was invincible, too, believing he could just stomp on anyone. Yet, instead of crushing some pushover, he had accidentally pissed off a wolf in sheep's clothing and paid the price for it.