Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

After leaving the great hall, Andrew pulled Zachary toward the back exit.

Zachary looked puzzled and asked, "Captain, why are we going this way?" Andrew said flatly, "We're not taking the front entrance. There's trouble there." Zachary was startled. "You mean the Yeagers and Scarlett and those people?" Andrew's tone was somewhat helpless. "Those are fine. In the worst case, I'll just kill them if they get in my way. The real trouble is Rowan! That woman has her sights set on me, and I don't want to see her."

Zachary forgot about his injuries and grinned mischievously. "Captain, really? Have you and Rowan already hooked up?"

Andrew gave him a smack on the head. "Hooked up my ass! Doesn't your wound hurt? Why are you so damn nosy?"

Zachary just kept laughing. "Hey, I'm in a great mood! The wounds hurt, but I made it to the inner circle! Captain, let me say it again: you're as awesome as ever!"

Andrew waved him off, telling him to cut it out. The back exit also had guards, but they successfully slipped out onto the street after showing their identification. Then, they hailed a cab to return to the hotel and meet with Lauren and the others.

At the headquarters' main entrance, people who had come to observe the inner disciple examination were continuously streaming out. Several pairs of cold eyes swept back and forth over the entering and exiting people, not missing any figure.

A black Mercedes stopped, and someone opened the car door. Scarlett, looking elegant and noble but with a cold expression, got in.

an idiot for offending the local major families in Goldridge. I really don't know

let out a mocking laugh once she

Driscoll, that Andrew guy's luck is something else. Our people chased him relentlessly, and he still

I wanted him dead face-to-face, I'd have to do

sly grin. "You mean... the Yeagers have him marked

All Yeager scouts. All because Andrew embarrassed Matthew in public for that disciple trial spot.

"Perfect. That bastard might finally get what's coming to him! If we weren't tied up with bigger

reign as the head of the Southern Martial Union is over. The Driscoll family will rise under my hand into the core

gleamed with ambition, cold and

car

window. Suddenly, she spotted a familiar figure standing on tiptoe, peeking inside the

seemed to be waiting for

"Rowan... is waiting for someone? She doesn't look like a guild president at all. If she were mine, I'd have whipped her into shape

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