Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 1919 Logan clenched his fists and said with conviction, "I knew it. Andrew would never let Dad down. Our family owes him more than we can ever repay." Freya bit her lip, and a faint blush crept up her cheeks. She suddenly remembered the time she offered herself to Andrew as a thank-you, back when she begged him for help. The memories of every little moment since she met him rushed through her mind, flooding her thoughts.

She lowered her head and murmured so softly it was barely audible, "Maybe... being his woman wouldn't be so bad. At least, he's someone | can feel safe with. Someone | could actually rely on. But how do | get him to like me? The more | think about it, the more it seems like the only way to really connect... is by sleeping with him..." Among the Keller sisters, Andrew could have chosen any of them. But now, it was clear that Emily and Hannah did not catch his eye at all.

Only Freya still had a decent rapport with him. If she could end up with Andrew, it would be a win for the Keller family. Honestly, it would be a win for her, too. Even if her sisters felt upset, they would not have much to say. ---- After all, she never fought or schemed for his attention; they had simply failed to seize their own chances. But the more she thought about it, the hotter her face burned. She thought, 'Andrew has not shown any interest in me whatsoever.

Am | seriously fantasizing about being taken by a man who probably doesn't even think of me that way?' That thought alone made her chest flutter uncontrollably. "Let me introduce the famous disciple of Mr. Jerome Thornton, Mr. Eric Humphrey!" Inside Serenity Villa, Andrew introduced Eric to everyone. Natasha and Dylan lit up immediately, practically starstruck. After all, Eric's name carried serious weight in martial arts circles.

Not only was his adoptive father the leader of the Southem Martial Union, but Eric himself had long been known as a prodigy. Moreover, his rise had become the stuff of legend Lauren, Francesca, and Aspen all watched him curiously before smiling and greeting him. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Humphrey!" ---- It was Eric's first time in Blumedale, Gabo Creek. Technically, Andrew dragged him there. Seeing how friendly everyone was, he opened his mouth to say a few words.

However, Andrew clapped him on the shoulder and laughed. " Nah, don't mind him. This guy's a mute. He can't talk, can't greet people, nothing. I'm starving. Let's get some food!" With that, he walked off with the ladies, laughing and chatting as 'they went. Eric stood there, dumbfounded and awkward. He clenched his jaw and silently cursed at Andrew, calling him a bastard for not giving him even a shred of dignity. He could at least let him brag a little or show off for a second!

Late that night, a black Mercedes screeched to a halt at the front gate of the Driscoll residence. The door flung open, and a figure stumbled out. Just as she reached the gate, she collapsed to her knees and vomited a thick stream of blood. "Ms. Driscoll!" Walter rushed out in a panic and quickly caught her as she fell. ---- The bloody mess of a figure was none other than Scarlett, barely clinging to life after her escape from Goldridge.

Leaning on Walter for support, she staggered inside and collapsed onto the plush rug in the grand hall. No sooner had she sat down than she coughed up another mouthful of blood. Walter grabbed her wrist and checked her pulse, and his expression instantly turned grave. "Ms. Driscoll, how are you this badly injured? Who did this to you?" Scarlett's eyes burned with hatred as she raised her bloodied face. "It was that bastard, Andrew! | swear on my life... If | don't kill him, I'm not worthy of being a Driscoll!"