Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

---- Chapter 3223 Andrew's next stop was the Robertson residence. When Isabelle learned that Andrew had returned, she was overjoyed. The Robertson family had three prodigies, and the other two were Zion and Emir. Zion was a notorious martial arts fanatic, only interested in combat training. Emir, on the other hand, was much more calculating. After all, he was being groomed as the Robertson family's next successor. "You're saying you want the Robertson family to support you?" Emir asked with a strange expression. Andrew smiled. "What? You don't want to?" Emir's face twitched.

"Even if | said no, I'm afraid you won't accept that. Well, the Robertson family currently has no way to deal with you. Hey Andrew, did you take some miracle steroids these past two years or what? How did you become so terrifyingly strong that you can beat up someone like Kelvin so easily?" Andrew remained composed and said calmly, "That's something | can't explain to you in just a few words. So it's settled then. ---- After | start the war with Guillermo, the Robertson family knows what to do, right?" Emir snorted coldly. "Of course. From now on, I'm your man.

Just give me an order, and I'll do anything." Andrew found it amusing. "How are you able to say such shameless words with such a disdainful expression?" Emir felt extremely dejected and miserable. "In this lifetime, no one in the Robertson family will ever catch up to you. It's frustrating and depressing. Andrew, in a few years, I'll be leading the Robertson family, but | really don't want to become your errand boy right after taking charge." Andrew chuckled and ignored Emir's melodramatic complaints. Isabelle seized the opportunity and finally started chatting with Andrew.

"Andrew, you've changed so much in two years." Andrew smiled. "Belle, you've changed quite a bit too." Isabelle looked extremely troubled, "Stop teasing me. Have you ever seen a woman in her late 20s who's only five feet tall? And my chest hasn't grown that much either. Andrew, can you help me again?" Andrew glanced at this petite girl's chest. It was almost blocking her downward view, at least matching Natasha's. Yet, she still thought it was small. ---- Shaking his head, Andrew said, "Belle, your chest is already big enough. If it gets any bigger, it won't look good.

So, enough is enough." Isabelle giggled. "Since you think it's big enough, then how about you touch it once?" Andrew broke out in a sweat. He could not help but feel like Isabelle's 1Q was actually regressing She was a grown woman in her late 20s, yet she was still acting this crazy. Isabelle looked aggrieved and cried out, "Andrew, do you know how much I've missed you these past two years? Now that you're back, can | be one of your women? After all, you have so many already... What's one more?" Andrew quickly refused. "Forget it. | can barely handle the ones | have now.

Adding you to the group will only exhaust me!" Isabelle's eyes widened in disbelief. "Andrew, are you really that tired? Do you have to be intimate with all your women every night? With so many of them, can your body handle it? You really need to take care of your health and not overwork yourself." Andrew's mouth twitched. He made up an excuse and quickly escaped from the Robertson residence. ---- Isabelle was great in every way, except that she had no idea how to have a normal conversation.