Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2203 Chetvine International Airport went on lockdown that afternoon. The official announcement claimed a mysterious figure was arriving in the city, and the airport would be shut down for three hours. Anyone inconvenienced could head to the other airport in Chetvine instead. However, that was not what people cared about They really wanted to know who was important enough to get this kind of treatment. After all, shutting down an entire airport was a huge deal. Still, for the people living in Chetvine, it was unsurprising. This city was the beating heart of Holtrien.

Every day, countless power players flew into Chetvine for business, some domestic, some international. So airport lockdowns were nothing new. Nonetheless, this time, the gossip-hungry crowd of Chetvine guessed wrong. It was not some foreign dignitary or corporate titan. It was a certain man from the past, someone many of the city's most powerful families had no desire to see return. So, with just a little maneuvering, they found an excuse to shut ---- the airport down. The killers got into position, and the bystanders gathered to watch the spectacle.

Isabelle and Mikayla appeared on the airport runway. They had gotten out of a Volkswagen Beetle, a completely ordinary car. However, the car's owner was a shining star in Chetvine. She was the young heiress of the Owens family and one of Chetvine's greatest beauties. She was also the CEO of the Owens Group and ranked in the top three on Chetvine's young martial artists leaderboard. The honors associated with Mikayla's name were truly endless.

"Mikayla, he's landing in ten minutes!" Isabelle's big, round eyes were wide, and she spoke like she was chanting She had not checked a watch, and there was nothing nearby to tell time. But somehow, she knew the exact minute. Mikayla tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said calmly, " We'll wait here then. Belle, don't make your move yet." Isabelle tilted her head to look at her. "Mikayla, do you still have lingering feelings for him?" Mikayla grew annoyed. "Belle, since when did you start prying into these things? | remember you weren't interested in anything except martial arts.

Oh, right, and you like spacing out. But | never heard that you enjoyed gossip!" ---- Isabelle's small face remained completely unchanged. In Chetvine, people called her the Girl of Three Nothings: she had no expression, curves, or brain. "If it were anyone else, | wouldn't care. But he's not just anyone... He's the Dragon Prince of the Lloyd family! Back then, among the Five Noble Houses, the Ten Wealthy Clans, and the Three Royal Families of Chetvine, he was the most legendary of them all!

And he was also the pretty boy you used to chase after, Mikayla." Mikayla's eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed red. "Belle, you're really asking for a beating today! All of that is in the past. There's no need to bring it up again. So many years have gone by, and he's no longer the Dragon Prince of the Lloyd family he once was. "Lheard his martial arts declined severely, and his energy core was even sealed! Also, I'm no longer the Mikayla | used to be. We've grown up, and with time's changes, many things have changed too!" Isabelle looked confused. "I don't understand.

But | know that if you don't tell me to stop, I'll beat Andrew to death. Killing a former legend would be pretty interesting." Mikayla sighed helplessly. Isabelle's "three-nothing" nature was ---- legendary. If she really did not speak up, that person would probably be in trouble the moment he stepped off the plane. Fine then. When the time came, she would assess the situation and act accordingly. She could speak up and help him once. But what would one time really prove? He might survive this moment, but what about tomorrow and the day after? Mikayla's expression gradually turned ice-cold.

She stood there thinking that she was no longer the little girl she used to be, and she hoped Andrew would have changed too and was no longer as naive as he had been back then. Just then, a figure appeared on the other side of the runway. lsabelle's petite, doll-like body did not move an inch. Only her head turned 30 degrees to look. "Someone from the military... Luna Phelan... That annoying woman!" With obvious disgust in her voice, Isabelle made no attempt to hide her frown.