Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 1787

The sound of someone storming up the stairs echoed. Andrew pulled his cap lower, slipped out of the emergency stairwell, and opted to take the elevator

instead.

Hank, charging up from behind, paused at the landing to check the floor. Then, he suddenly spun around and bolted back downstairs.

Inside the elevator, Andrew let out a cold chuckle.

Trying to play tracking and counter-tracking games with him? Hank might be a trained agent, but he was not even on his radar.

Before the elevator reached the lobby, Andrew got off on the third floor. He walked straight to a window, flipped over the ledge, and jumped, landing in the back parking lot behind the building.

Victoria was already waiting there with the engine running. Andrew grabbed the door handle, jumped in, and buckled his seatbelt. The whole sequence flowed seamlessly, like something out of an action movie.

Meanwhile, Hank was waiting on the ground floor when he noticed the elevator had stopped on the third floor. He cursed under his breath and sprinted upstairs in just two seconds.

Peering out the window, he caught just a glimpse of Andrew's back as he got into the car.

right under

slammed his fist against the windowsill so hard it cracked. He was determined to find this killer because, first, he wanted to impress Scarlett, and second, he wanted

agent, letting someone slip away right under his nose was a

to the Driscoll Corporation across the

are you alright?" he asked

arm was already wrapped in bandages and hung in a sling around her neck. She replied, "It's nothing, just a minor shock injury. Anyway, I thought you'd be bringing the shooter back to me. But from the looks of it, even you

her words. Scarlett seemed to be

out a cold snort and

got a few tricks up his sleeve. I figured he'd take the fire escape, but when I got

up and used

ground floor, hoping to trap him, but the

regained her composure from the earlier shock. Her expression was now cold and steely. "From what you're saying, he must be skilled

"Ms. Driscoll, he just got lucky this time. But give me one more shot, and I'll definitely bring him in. I've already memorized his build, and if he shows up again, I'll recognize

me on Gabo Creek territory. He clearly

ordered her subordinates to pull the surveillance footage from the shooter's building and all surrounding areas that might reveal

man wearing a low-pulled cap, carrying a long black bag on his back. Beyond that, there was no