Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Mosby did not take the cup because he was afraid. Seeing this, Andrew ran out of patience and shoved the poisoned concoction straight into his hands.

Mosby nearly burst into tears. "Andrew, d-don't touch me!"

However, Andrew ignored him completely. After handing over his poison, he casually reached for the one Mosby had prepared.

Then, with a chilling grin, he raised his glass toward Mosby. "Cheers!"

Mosby held Andrew's poison in trembling hands, his entire body shaking. "Andrew, are you really planning to die with me?"

Andrew shook his head. "No. I'm sending you off. Trust me, if I'm playing this game with you, then there's only one ending-you're the one who dies."

With that, he raised his glass and tilted it toward his lips.

Mosby did not move. Deep down, he was banking on Andrew's death—if the kid dropped, victory was his.

Just right as Andrew's lips touched the cup, he paused, lowered it, and gave Mosby a smirk full of wicked amusement. "What's going on? I'm already ready to toast—don't tell me you're chickening out now. If you're too scared, go ahead and surrender. I might even be kind enough to let you walk away."

Mosby snapped, "I'll drink it! I'm drinking now!"

Andrew had handed him, cold sweat poured down his back. After all, just a sip of this stuff could send him straight to

backup plan Preston and Clifford mentioned-saving him in time? Total bullshit. He knew those two old bastards did not care whether he lived or

everyone in the arena held their breath-Andrew had taken the lead and downed a

cup down. "The

his world collapse. 'What the hell? Why's he still

poison sloshed over the rim, dripping onto the floor. The stone floor immediately

and Mosby's courage shattered in an instant. The cup slipped from

drink it! I surrender-I

collapsing

knees hitting the stone

with a dull thud.

If he drank it, his insides would have turned

and everyone stood,

Preston and Clifford had to muster every ounce of energy just to get the words out. Their wrinkled faces were stiff with rage

Mosby's shoes, they would have pissed themselves before even holding

Andrew, roaring, "That drink wasn't

drank was prepared by Dr.

don't know what kind of trick this is, but that cup needs to