Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

"So, it was you two who laid hands on my people from the Fields family?" Tony demanded, glaring at Andrew and Francesca.

Andrew answered calmly, "Yeah, I'm the one who hit them. And you're Tony Fields, right? The head of the Fields family?"

Tony narrowed his eyes. "That's right. And who the hell are you supposed to be?"

Andrew's tone stayed icy. "I already told you. My name's Andrew Lloyd-head of Moonlit Apothecary. I didn't come here to cause a scene. I came for one reason only. Tell your son Shawn to lay low from now on and stay the hell out of my sight. Otherwise, I'll wipe out your entire family."

Tony's face twisted in rage. He scoffed, "You've got some nerve. You say you're Andrew and expect me to just believe that? Even if you are the head of Moonlit Apothecary, the Fields family won't bow to some power-crazy punk."

Andrew remained composed. "I just shut down the Goth family. So, Tony, I suggest you be a little smarter than they were. I'm not here to negotiate. If you ignore this warning, your family will end up just like theirs-finished."

With that, Andrew grabbed Francesca's hand and turned to leave.

Tony gritted his teeth and growled, "You think you can just walk away after attacking my men? Not a chance."

He raised his hand, ready to give the order for his guards to take them down.

Just then, a middle-aged man-Oliver Fields-came running from a

frowned. "Oliver, what the hell are you

even know what that guy just did? He assaulted our family's

out of your mind? You almost dragged our entire family

guy claims he's the head of

you're the joke, and

Lloyd. He really is the head of Moonlit Apothecary. And more

expression drained of color as he stammered, "Wait... What? You're

fear. "Dead serious. I just came from the Goth family's banquet. Nyla was officially promoted, and it was all because of Andrew. I couldn't even get close enough to offer him a toast-he was

dragged our family into the same hell the Goths

spoke, he saw Andrew's black sports car already revving to leave. The window rolled down, and Andrew shot a cold look at

to disappear. I don't want to see his face again.

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