Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 917

Kenny, frantic, rushed forward to tear open the black duffel bag. However, Elon stopped him with a sharp command. "Wait! Be careful-it could be a trap!"

Kenny froze, confused. "A trap? What do you mean?"

Elon glared at Andrew, his voice dripping with disdain. "This little punk is clever, I'l give him that. He might fool others but is not smart enough to trick me."

He snapped his fingers, and two burly bodyguards in black suits stepped forward. They began stomping on the duffel bag with brutal force.

At the same time, Elon pulled Kenny back, keeping a safe distance. "Better safe than sorry, Dad. Andrew's backed into a corner now. He's desperate and might do something crazy.

"He probably told you Michael's in there, but it's more likely filled with chemicals, poison, or even a snake. Open it, and you could end up dead before you know what hit you."

Elon's confident explanation left Kenny stunned. "Elon, you're always one step ahead. Damn, I almost fell for that little bastard's trap!"

The bodyguards continued to stomp on the duffel bag, as if trying to crush any hidden danger into dust. However, as they kept going, muffled groans and pained cries started coming from inside the bag. It sounded like someone was gagged, unable to scream properly.

Elon, there's someone in

bag. Andrew gave Elon and Kenny a strange look, unable

face darkened. "What are you

not brain-dead behavior, I

Kenny could react, Andrew stepped forward and opened the duffel bag. Michael crawled out, bruised and battered with a dirty sock stuffed in his mouth. Tears streamed down his face as he glared at Kenny, clearly

"Michael, are you

He pulled the sock out of Michael's mouth and said, "Your dad's asking if you're okay,

"Dad! Elon! Were you trying to kill me? Why would you

expression was filled with so much bitterness that it

here to save you. Just hold on. We'll get you out of this. Andrew,

let him go because you said so? Kenny, remember my terms. Give up your claim to the Rhodes family leadership, and

teeth. "You little brat, do you really think I'd agree

Jameson now. Why wouldn't I take the

tone was calm but firm. "If you won't cooperate, then I guess your precious son