Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

In the living room in the Ulrich residence, Andrew sat casually in the central position at the head of the room. This seat belonged to Cillian, the head of the Ulrich family, and honestly, Andrew found it rather unremarkable.

More than a dozen direct descendants of the Ulrich family, along with key family managers, all stood respectfully below him. Also present were Logan, Rachel, Duncan, and other big shots from within the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce.

Mason stepped forward and, being all respectful, smiled as he fawned, "Mr. Lloyd, I've already reserved a private room at The Palace! It would be an honor if you and the elders from the Chamber joined us for dinner."

Andrew waved him off. "No need for all that. We'll be on our way now. By the way, congratulations on being the new head of the family."

Mason's smile grew even brighter. His posture dipped lower, more respectful than ever. "Mr. Lloyd, rest assured. From now on, the Ulrich family will fully cooperate with your leadership in the Chamber. Any instruction from you, no matter how big or small, will be carried out to the letter."

Andrew stood up with a smile. "Then this seat is officially yours now. But tell me, do you feel even a little guilty replacing your own father like this?"

Mason remained calm, not even a hint of embarrassment on his face. "I was always next in line to lead the Ulrich family. This just happened a little earlier than expected. And honestly, my father has grown old and confused. He was reckless to go up against you. When he returns, I fully intend to sit him down and give him a long, serious talk."

with a teasing grin. "I vaguely remember that when Cillian was young and inherited the position of head of the Ulrich family, he used

Mason was completely candid.

right. My dad became head of the Ulrich family by taking over from my grandfather in the same way. So really, what I did today was just tradition—passing the torch from father

"devoted" to tradition. Then again, it did

the Ulrich family residence with his hands behind his back,

the group exited,

until they were gone before finally sitting in the family head's chair—his rightful place. He had dreamed about this

Andrew off with absolute reverence

appeared gentle and refined. But somehow, whenever

happening. It was the natural oppressive aura of someone in

on the family throne, he broke into a wild laugh, full of ambition and hunger. "The