Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

---- Chapter 1234 Looking at Christina, who looked like she was about to lose her mind, Yara sneered. "Did I say anything wrong? Christina, let me ask you-what makes you think you're even qualified to go against Andrew? His company is worth billions. If he really wanted to crush you, you'd be dead a hundred times over by now." Christina shouted in fury, "Yara, whose side are you on? Are you with the Wrights, or are you with Andrew?" Yara laughed coldly. "Does that even matter?

I already know you're going to go running back to Quinton to tattle, but I couldn't care less. You're nothing but a curse in human form-a scheming little parasite. "Don't think I don't see what you're doing. You're trying to use our family-the Wrights-to get back at Andrew. But too bad for you, while Quinton might be dumb enough to help you, I'm not.

Because no matter how I look at you, you're just a manipulative bitch with an agenda." Christina clutched her stinging face, too humiliated to speak, and climbed into the car. With one slam on the gas, she sped off. It was humiliation like she had never known before, and it made her feel like her nerves were splitting apart. How did it come to this? Yara was Quinton's sister, the one who was supposed to stand up ---- for her.

Yet, not only had she refused to help, she had slapped her across the face twice. For the first time, Christina felt something close to total despair, mixed with helpless rage. Was Andrew really untouchable? Was there truly no one, and no situation, that could bring him down? She hated him so much. Back at the hotel, Christina did not say a word. Her face was so dark that it scared the staff. Irene and Leroy were chatting casually about the upcoming holiday and where they should travel.

"Mom, I wanna go to Drubae! I wanna stay in one of those fancy hotels! and I wanna date a hot blonde bombshell!" Leroy giggled like an idiot. Irene rolled her eyes. "Forget Drubae. I wanna go back to Jayrodale and play mahjong with my girlfriends! I'll show those ladies just how well I'm living in Blumedale! We're staying in five-star hotels, spending thousands a night! And my sweet daughter?

cousins. Oh, just thinking about it gives me life!" Her goofy grin was not much better than Leroy's Christina could not take it anymore. All

vibrating with rage and bitterness. Irene and Leroy fell completely silent. After along, awkward pause, Irene finally muttered, "Christie, what's gotten into you? Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed? If you think it's such a burden for

head back to Jayrodale! Don't worry- we won't stick around Blumedale embarrassing you!" As she spoke, she wiped her eyes dramatically and began to sob like she had been horribly wronged. ---- Leroy chimed in, annoyed. "Christie, look what you've done.

mood, finally snapped-all her usual composure, all that cold and haughty pride-gone in a puff of smoke. What remained was a mind on the brink and a soul crushed under pressure she could no longer bear. Irene spent every day flaunting Chritina's status, pushing her to suck up to this person or flatter that

called it boring and soul- sucking, saying it would dulll his edge. 'Then, she set him up in business-he tanked. Worse than a clueless freshman trying to pitch to sharks. Over the years,

---- Meanwhile, look at Andrew. Aspen had become his most trusted right hand. Dylan and Natasha had even come to Blumedale as his personal protection squad. Rumor had it that he

take him down, reclaim her pride, and crush him beneath her heel, nothing had gone her way. Not one single thing. But what had she done wrong? Where, exactly, was she any