Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 2886 Marshall had requested reinforcements from his family. Subsequently, Cyril Ludendorff, a Duke from the Ludendorff family, personally led a team to rendezvous with Marshall, and their intentions aligned perfectly. Marshall was hunting Andrew, while Cyril, a martial god-level powerhouse, was after Rosemary, who had fled into Wraith Graveyard. Marshall chuckled. "I'm Marshall, from the Ludendorff family. It's nice to meet you, Ms. Rosemary Clooney." Facing Rosemary's dark and stiff expression, Marshall gave a slight bow.

The teasing look on his face was like a cat toying with a trapped mouse. Cyril was a gaunt-faced, expressionless middle-aged man. He was known for swift, decisive action. "Marshall, don't waste words. Restrain her first. Saint John's inherited power will belong to our esteemed family!" Marshall smiled. "As you wish." Achill flashed through his eyes as he moved to seize Rosemary. Suddenly, she raised her hand and smiled faintly. "Mr. Cyril, your reputation precedes you! Since you've personally ---- made the effort to come here, how could | not know better than to resist?

I've already summoned Saint John's inherited power. Please, Mr. Cyril, help yourself!" Cyril replied coldly, "The Ivory Seraph of the Lomuia Grand Cathedral is nothing more than a scheming whore with a vicious heart and ruthless methods. | know exactly what kind of person you are, and every trick you play is something | mastered long ago. Marshall, restrain her." Rosemary retreated, finally showing fear. "Does the Ludendorff family truly dare to make an enemy of our Cathedral? I'm telling you, His Holiness the Pope already knows I'm being hunted in the Outlands.

The Ludendorff family will pay for this!" Cyril let out a mocking laugh. "You know as well as | do that this is the Outlands, not Lomuia Grand Cathedral. The Ludendorff family is the absolute god of this land. The Pope may be mighty, but by the time he arrives in the Outlands, you and everything you covet will already be in my family's hands!" Marshall stepped forward and seized Rosemary. She was wise enough to know that resistance meant certain death. Not only was Marshall a formidable opponent, but Cyril, a martial god, could easily capture and severely wound her with a single move.

However, having captured her, Marshall became quite improper. He thrust his hand deep beneath Rosemary's white dress, running it up along her thigh straight to the top. ---- Rosemary let out a moan, her face first showing disbelief, then burning with shame and fury. "Marshall, you're asking for death!" Marshall moved behind her, gripping her throat with two fingers. "Don't threaten me. I'm a timid man... If you cooperate, we might work together pleasantly.

But if you act up, | might have no choice but to end your life right here." With that, his large hand roughly grabbed her chest and kneaded forcefully. Rosemary was overwhelmed by the humiliation, her face burning red. Watching her rage and helplessness, Andrew remained hidden in the darkness. He did not move or even blink.