Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

---- Chapter 1225 Richard stayed silent for along moment, then clenched his jaw and muttered with a complicated expression, "This kid keeps making enemies left and right-either he's messing with major families or provoking big names like you, Dr. Lake. "You'd think he's courting death, yet somehow, he's still alive and kicking. But if you say he's unbeatable or has god-tier power, he doesn't exactly live up to that either.

I just don't get why he'd go out of his way to picka fight with someone like you." Mosby sneered. "The wise adapt to the times, but this arrogant little bastard clearly thinks he's untouchable-like he doesn't have to respect anyone, Well then, I'll be the one to teach him a lesson. I may not command a powerful family... "But my influence and pull in this city? It's scarier than half the legacy clans put together.

I could destroy him ten thousand ways and not repeat a single one." With a huff, Mosby hung up the call. Richard's indecisiveness had irritated him to the core. Meanwhile, Richard stared at his phone and let out a laugh full of disdain. "Mosby, oh Mosby... fame's gone to your head these past few ---- years. You've got unmatched skills, sure, and the big houses in Blumedale treat you like some living saint, showering you with praise and favors.

crippling you wouldn't be beyond them either." As Richard muttered to himself, Elon walked into the room. "Dad, why do you look so pissed off? Did you just get into it with

table as me!" Elon looked hurt. "What? Why? I'm not sick. I don't even have bad breath! Okay, maybe I eat a little too much, but come on, that's not some big problem!" Richard

never to speak of it again. ---- So, why did they keep bringing it up, reopening his wound, and stabbing at his pride again and again? Elon wanted to scream-eating that crap had been a desperate decision, and he had his reasons. As Richard stormed off, Elon stood there stewing in humiliation and rage. At that moment, he snapped. A vengeful, irrational

not been his father, he might have tackled the old man right there, pinned him to the ground, and shoved his mouth into a kiss. He thought, 'You hate me because I'm filthy? Because I ate shit? Then fine-I'll make you taste what you're so disgusted by! Let's see how high and mighty you feel after that!" Elon was not thinking straight-he just wanted to lash out. He wanted