Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 853

Irene quickly picked up the glass, similing as she said, “Mr. Moore, no need to get upset. I’ll drink in Christie’s place.”

She tilted her head back and downed the entire glass in one go, then turned the empty cup upside down to show Finley.

Finley’s brows furrowed with clear displeasure. “Impressive drinking, ma’am, but I was asking for Ms. Stevens, not some washed–up old woman.”

Irene’s smile immediately vanished as her face darkened. Mr. Moore, the Stevens family welcomed you and your men with food and drinks. Is this how you talk to your host Back in my day, I was quite the beauty. Just because I’m older now doesn’t mean I’m some ‘washed–up old woman‘!”

A sharp glint flickered in Finley’s eyes as he scoffed. “Lady, just because you gave birth to a stunning daughter doesn’t mean you get to bask in the same glory. Let’s be real–if it weren’t for Christina, do you think I’d waste my time stepping foot into this sad excuse of a mansion?”

He added, “Be smart and tell your daughter to sit down and have a drink with me. Otherwise, I can make sure the Stevens family disappears with just a word.”

His tone had shifted from playful arrogance to an outright threat.

“Finley, I never expected you to be this shameless! Fine, the Stevens family doesn’t need any favors from

voice shook with fury, and she was barely holding herself back

this level of arrogance, this blatant disrespect. Now, she regretted

think it’s best if you and your men leave. If our hospitality

even budge. He simply swirled the drink in his hand, sipping it slowly as if he had not heard a word

She yelled, “Finley, what’s your problem? Didn’t you hear me?

This old lady wants us gone. But we’re not even full yet. Are you really willing to just walk away?”

other five men exchanged glances before bursting into wild, predatory

no! Since we’re already here, we might

came to eat, drink, and have a little fun. No way we’re

sharp as ice. “Finley, are you seriously trying to pull this stunt

let his glass slip from his fingers. The crystal glass shattered against the floor, the sound echoing through the

widening into something twisted. “Ms. Stevens, I come from a world where there’s no such thing as ‘guest‘ or ‘host‘. In my world, if you want something, you

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