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."

in with a teasing grin. "I vaguely remember that when Cillian was young and inherited the position

Mason was completely candid.

my grandfather in the same way. So really, what I

was indeed "devoted" to tradition. Then again, it did not matter

residence with his hands behind his back, accompanied

the group exited,

waited until they were gone before finally sitting in the family head's chair—his rightful place. He had dreamed about this moment for years. No way was he giving it up, not even for

with absolute reverence

But somehow, whenever he faced Andrew, his heart could not help but race,

of someone in power-pure authority. He thought Cillian really deserved what he got for provoking

family throne, he broke into a