Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

The man who made Yara's dream come true was still sitting calmly in the hall. If it were not for all the people around, she might have just run over and kissed him right then and there.

Andrew was the first to applaud, grinning. "Congratulations, Ms. Yara. Truly, congratulations!"

The rest of the Wrights followed, breaking into applause—some with envy, some with bitterness, and others with genuine smiles and quiet sighs.

Suddenly, Andrew looked toward the two stiff figures in the corner. "Mr. Isaac, Mr. Lennon, why aren't you clapping? Are you... not happy about Ms. Yara becoming the new head of the family?"

Isaac and Lennon felt like murdering someone on the spot. They thought Andrew was not just a thorn in their side—he knew how to twist the knife right into their pride.

"Congratulations, Yara... for being the new head of the family," they muttered. Their clapping was forced, and their grins looked more painful than cheerful.

Seated at the head of the room, Yara took a deep breath and declared, "Starting today, our family is entering a full strategic partnership with Mr. Lloyd's Supreme Capital Group.

"Mr. Lloyd has done so much for our family. From now on, I will treat him like an uncle-like one of our own."

name is already well-known across Blumedale. And even if we ignored that, his brotherhood with Kevin alone

the whole household celebrate! And as for me, I owe Mr. Lloyd some

it off. "No need for that. I think the first thing we should do is handle Kevin's funeral. Let's give him the dignity he deserves and allow him to rest in

as

Wright family was moved once more, and

Lloyd really cares about

gone, but the

Lloyd-accept our

bowed deeply, and the rest of the family followed her. Isaac and Lennon were forced to bow too, their eyes full

kill, Andrew would have been torn to shreds

30 minutes, Andrew finally excused himself from the Wright estate. He had thought Yara's rise to power would be fulf of twists and resistance. Yet, to his

he'd played a brilliant hand by fabricating Kevin's so-called final

that you're six feet under, I'm