Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You Novel

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Chapter 912

Andrew let out a cold snort, showing no sign of panic. "If Kenny

pushes me too far, I won't hesitate to take him out. The only thing

I'm concerned about is the Golding family. I don't know much

about them, so it's better to tread carefully."

Dylan chimed in, his voice tense. "But right now, the enemy is in

the shadows, and we're out in the open. It's hard to be cautious

when we don't even know what they're planning, Even if the

Golding family and Kenny are up to something, we won't find out

anytime soon."

Andrew smirked, his tone icy. "There's always a way. If they won't

show themselves, we'll force them out. Natasha, call Kenny right

now."

Natasha grabbed Michael's phone and dialed Kenny's number.

When the call connected, Kenny's voice came through, dripping

with mockery.

"andrew, don't get too impatient. I'm still in the city, but soon,

the Golding family's experts and I will be in Jayrodale. So, you'd

better start thinking about running or surrendering."

Andrew's voice was cold and unyielding. "You have ten minutes to

give me a location, Or you can start planning Michael's funeral."

Kenny exploded in rage. "Andrew, you wouldn't dare kill him! We

agreed to negotiate today and release him. How am I supposed to

get to Jayrodale in ten minutes?"

Andrew laughed derisively. "Stop playing games, Kenny. My

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people saw you and the Golding family sneak into Jayrodale early

this morning. And now you're telling me you're still in the city?"

There was a brief silence on the other end as Kenny seemed to have

no response.

Andrew's eyes flashed with a cold glint, and he snapped his fingers.

Immediately, Dylan grabbed Michael by the hair, yanking him up

and delivering two sharp slaps across his face.

Michael, who had been sleeping soundly, woke up screaming in

pain, blood trickling from his mouth. "Please, stop! Don't hit me

anymore!"

His pitiful cries echoed through the phone

Kenny's furious roar came through the line. "Andrew, if anything

happens to Michael, I swear you'll pay with your life! Do you hear

me?"

Andrew chuckled darkly. "He isn't just in trouble, Kenny. He's in

deep trouble. So, I'll ask you again-three minutes. Where's the

meeting point?"

Kenny shouted, "You just said ten minutes! How did it become

three?"

Andrew's voice was calm but menacing. "One minute left. Give me

the location, or you'll be picking up Michael's body."

Kenny was seething, his anger boiling over. Ten minutes had

turned into three, and now, in what felt like a blink, it was down to

one. Andrew was toying with him, and he had no choice but to

comply.

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"Jayrodale Grand Hotel, the Royal Suite," Kenny spat out.

"Listen carefully, you little punk. Bring Michael to me unharmed.

Ifhe has so much as a scratch, I promise you'll regret it. You may

have had the upper hand before, but now I have leverage too. Let's

see who comes out on top!"

After quickly giving Andrew the location and throwing in a final

threat, Kenny hung up, sounding confident and in control.