Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

---- Chapter 1148 Aspen said, "You're the one who killed Seth.

The Haywoods are going to target you firstso you'd better leave now while you still can!" Andrew said nothing.

Instead, he walked toward her slowly, one step at atime.

Aspen frowned and instinctively took a step back.

The space between them was too close for comfort, and it made her uneasy.

However, Andrew did not stophe kept moving in, ignoring her resistance entirely.

Aspen soon found herself backed up against the wall.

Her expression turned cold as she snapped, "What are you doing?" Andrew leaned in, towering over her.

"Aspen, something's off with you." "What are you talking about?" "You are...

worried about my safety, aren't you?" Aspen shoved him hard, her face flushing as she barked, "I wasn't joking just now! If you're not taking this seriously, then just forget I said anything!" Her heart was pounding.

For a second, she thought Andrew was going to kiss her.

If he had, she would have bitten his tongue off ---- without hesitation.

The skies over Blumedale were dark and heavy.

From the mountaintop estate of The Sovereign Residences, it looked like a torrential storm was about to crash down.

The Haywoods' estate, located in the wealthy western district of Blumedale, was massive, grand, luxurious, and opulent, as one would expect from one of The Five Apex Families.

inside, the mood was grim

order," roared the Haywood family's patriarch, Roy Haywood, his voice shaking

hunted until there's nothing left to bury!" The roar echoed through the

in combat gear, stood silently, his face dark as stone."

I hadn't let him go after Andrew on my watch,

buts! 1 have plenty of sonslosing one or two doesn't

"I'll have

"Don't worry, Father.

Seth with my own

head back." Roy's tone dropped to

our

to get

it'll make the other families laugh and think we've got no one

order's price is higher than

him in assassins."

that price, he'll die a thousand

may be hiding in The Sovereign Residences, and sure, the killers

be relentless." In the corner, the old butler who had

"Mr.

Roy, Mr.

begin making

funeral?" Xavier's hands clenched tighter, his

cracked under the