Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 1472

Grand Viper snapped, "I'm not some idiot with too much time on my hands. Why would I randomly pick a fight with the Wrights for no reason? But the moment this Andrew kid showed up, our two sides suddenly had a blood feud on our hands. Don't you think there's something seriously wrong with that timing?"

Kevin frowned and remained silent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. However, anyone could see that his resolve was already wavering, and doubt was creeping into his mind.

Mosby flashed a cruel smile and exchanged a meaningful glance with Grand Viper. Quinton also silently repositioned himself, taking a flanking spot without being told.

In an instant, Andrew found himself completely surrounded from all directions. Mosby, Grand Viper, Quinton, and the Wrights' security team had formed a loose circle around him, trapping him in the center with no escape route.

Kevin turned his gaze to Andrew, expression dark and unreadable. "Andy, don't you have anything to explain? If not, then as your sworn brother, I won't hold back."

His voice, by the end, was dripping with killing intent.

Andrew let out a dramatic sigh. "Wow... I didn't think you'd be so easily fooled by these manipulative snakes. I risked my life to come here with you, thinking we were avenging the Wrights together. But in the end, you're turning on me? Brother turning against brother-do you know how much that hurts?"

He looked so hurt and sincere, it did not seem like an act at all. And for a second, Kevin hesitated again, doubt flickering in his eyes. He wondered if Andrew might have actually been framed.

Mosby, Grand Viper, and

you're the slimiest. If we don't take you out today, you'll become a real threat down the line. You're already this devious at such a young age-I

Grand Viper was

a man of action

desperate situation, still trying to drive wedges between them, made him want to jump up and

like Grand Viper, direct combat was no problem at all. But this verbal chess match-these layers

it was

too, was boiling

Andrew's composure under

and sharp intellect

what he could ever

If he were the

wet

his life on the line, he

either be on his knees begging or swinging for his life,