Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2717 Andrew shook his head. "Jovan, | don't need you bowing down to me or paying tribute. What we have is more like a partnership, a win-win situation. The Advanced Medical Institute belongs to you, the elders, and the rest of the apprentices. After | leave, you'll be free to do whatever you want." He continued, "| hope you'll work hard to build up the Advanced Medical Institute. In the future, you'll become a regional powerhouse yourself." A flicker of confusion crossed Jovan's face. He had not expected Andrew to be so generous.

To him, the next leader should be someone like Koda or Lorenzo. Andrew did not expect Jovan to believe him right away. Looking at the other elders, he said flatly, "I hope all of you will support Jovan well. The reason I'm backing him is simple. "He has a kind nature, and he's a promising talent worth cultivating. So, elders, you need to seize this opportunity. If another Koda or Corbin emerges, it'll be a disaster for both you and the Advanced Medical Institute." Preston and Clifford finally realized Andrew had no intention of taking over the Institute.

They were overwhelmed with relief and ---- gratitude as they rushed forward and dropped to their knees, sobbing as they thanked him. Andrew ignored them and told Mikayla upstairs to come down. She looked unwilling and planned to stay put, but then he said, " If you don't come down now, | will make sure you never leave the Institute for the rest of your life." That was enough to make Mikayla behave, so she walked downstairs with a cold expression. Andrew pointed at Jovan and said to her, "This boy likes you. Would you be willing to marry him?

If you agree, you'll be the future lady of the Institute." Mikayla scoffed. "Sorry, I'm not interested. He's just a kid, and | don't go for that. Besides, what future does this place even have? You think I care about being the Institute's lady?" Andrew smiled faintly. He said to Jovan, "See? That's the woman youre infatuated with. Truth is, she's just a shallow, materialistic girl who only cares about status." Mikayla exploded. "Andrew, what the hell? How am | materialistic? | was born wealthy, and you expect me to fall for a clueless kid?

For what exactly?" Andrew ignored her and spoke to Jovan. "Listen, it's not wrong for a man to like a beautiful woman. But before that, you have to ---- actually be a man with real strength. If you don't have the power, this is what happens. You like Mikayla, but you've now heard and seen exactly how she sees you." Jovan felt completely crushed. His face burned with humiliation, and he lowered his head. "Thank you... Mr. Lloyd, for the lesson." Andrew waved him off. "I'm not lecturing you, I'm showing you who she really is. Jovan, you have potential and a good heart.

A woman like Mikayla isn't worth your sincerity. Focus on improving your martial arts and learning alchemy. In the future, you'll have your pick of incredible women who are beautiful, brilliant, exceptional." Jovan was still hurting deeply. Mikayla's words had wounded his pride in ways he did not expect, and he even felt a bit of disgust toward her now. He never imagined this was her true character. He bowed to Andrew gratefully. "Mr. Lloyd, thank you for teaching me so much, I'll remember every word you said." Andrew patted his shoulder.

"Keep going, and one day you'll realize how right your choice today was. Men can walk many paths, but never choose the path of being a lovesick fool. That way, manipulative women like Mikayla will have nowhere to go. Women like her survive by stringing lovestruck idiots along." ---- Mikayla was furious and humiliated. "Andrew, you're talking nonsense. | rely on myself. When have I ever needed some lovesick idiot to support me?" Andrew's face turned cold. "Stop screaming at me. Now pick up your things, we're heading down the mountain.

Also, carry all your luggage yourself." Mikayla was about to refuse, but the killing intent in Andrew's eyes dried her throat instantly. She went over obediently and picked up her bags, carrying over 200 pounds of luggage without daring to complain.