Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Just like that, it was already after work hours, and the streets were packed with heavy traffic.

Andrew drove toward the office building of Gabo Creek's Chamber of Commerce.

Rachel had been harassing him several times already, saying that if Andrew, as chairman, did not show up soon, there would be complete chaos within Gabo Creek's Chamber of Commerce.

Andrew himself felt somewhat guilty too. He had promised George to take over this chairman position, but he had not managed things for even a single day. The only time he did anything was when he beat the crap out of Duncan, one of the important big shots within the chamber.

Looking back, even Andrew had to admit he was absolutely unqualified.

Suddenly, a loud crash sounded, and Andrew saw his car's front end get completely smashed in.

Someone had cut him off. They had tried to cut him off several times, and Andrew had avoided them each time with his superior driving skills. Finally, the other party lost patience and performed a direct side-swipe from the left lane, crashing into him and forcing him to stop.

This car belonged to Lauren's family. While it wasn't some luxury vehicle, just a Mazda, Andrew was genuinely pissed off. He kicked open the car door, stepped out, and looked coldly at the culprit.

The vehicle that had cut him off was a black Hummer, and the car door had a military insignia.

The accident forced the surrounding traffic to slow down considerably. Quite a few of Blumedale's rich kids, playboys, and socialites were driving their fancy cars and originally wanted to start cursing.

the insignia on the black

Andrew's little beat-up car and Andrew himself, the owner of this little wreck,

of idiot would go head-to-head

it was clearly the Hummer's fault for cutting lanes, who the hell did this nobody think he was, messing with someone from

around figured Andrew was screwed, but the next second, everyone

and punch the military vehicle's side mirror to pieces with one blow. Then, he

the black Hummer sat

like she wanted to rip Andrew's face off, but the woman in the back seat, dressed in

I'll compensate you for your car at full value. But before that, get in. I have something to discuss with you!" Her tone brooked no argument and carried the

bad luck. Still, without hesitation, he

Just say what you need to

the long-absent pride of the Phelan family—Luna, the ice queen of

was her aide, Leslie, someone Andrew had crossed

You're not talking to some civilian. That's

snorted. "And what, being a general gives you the right to run

she could speak again, Luna

it go." Her eyes flicked toward Andrew, and a faint smile tugged at her