Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 1828

Andrew held up his phone with a smirk. "Why should I delete it? You two are in cahoots here, and if this gets out, I'm sure plenty of people would love to watch the show!"

He added, "Especially you, Mr. Wallace. You're supposed to be one of Mr. Thornton's trusted men, yet here you are, taking bribes without shame. With how much he values justice and fairness, I doubt he'd let this slide, at least not without consequences."

Alex's expression changed again and again, until his face turned as dark as a storm cloud. This was not his first time doing such things. However, others who knew either kept quiet out of fear or respect for his position.

Yet, this random punk not only recorded everything, but he even threatened to report him.

Alex felt like he had swallowed week-old garbage, sick to his stomach and furious.

Calvin gave a sharp, cold warning. "Andrew, you'd better delete that video and act like nothing ever happened. This is the Southern Martial Union's main hall, and Mr. Wallace is a key figure under Mr. Thornton himself! You really think he would believe you and punish Mr. Wallace?"

Andrew looked completely unbothered. "Alright then. If you two are that stubborn, I'll just go to Mr. Thornton myself. He's right there in the high seat. I don't think he would protect Mr. Wallace in front of all these witnesses, would he?"

With that, he turned to walk straight toward Jerome.

You stop right there! Alright, damn it. What do you want

the rules. This idiot broke the rules by using a weapon and pulling a cheap shot. Kick him out of the hall immediately, then announce Zachary as

do you think you are? I'm a big deal here in Goldridge, and you

"Mr. Wallace, my patience is wearing thin. If this clown doesn't get out of here now, and you don't stick to the rules, then we'll take it straight to Mr.

I can't help

just now? Are you saying the

was beyond irritated.

has me by the throat! Do you think the Peck family's money is worth more than my position? If

falling apart. He had already paid Alex a full hundred million in advance. He had spared no expense

anymore. His face turned pale. "Dad, I'm not leaving. I refuse to go! I want to be an inner disciple... I want a future! I

hissed through his clenched jaw, "Terry, there's nothing I can do

have to swallow this humiliation for now, no

burst into tears, bawling

curious

take your crazy son and get out. This