Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 1839

The black luxury car sped out of Goldridge City and finally came to a stop in front of a secluded villa on the southern bank of the Moonveil River.

Scarlett pulled her fur coat tighter around her shoulders and stepped out slowly. In front of the villa, rings of black-suited bodyguards stood layered in formation, and every single one had bulging temples and the aura of a trained killer.

Even Andrew would have thought twice before charging into that kind of formation.

"Ms. Driscoll, this way please," said a man at the entrance, his sleeve tied with a red ribbon. "Mr. Fischer and the other heads of house are already inside."

Scarlett nodded in acknowledgment. The red ribbon was a long-standing emblem of the Fischer family's elite guard.

Inside the first-floor hall, Scarlett entered to find over a dozen individuals already seated in silence.

The hall was completely quiet with no one speaking, and the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.

By the floor-to-ceiling windows, Henry stood with his hands in his pockets, gazing at the scenery outside. He slowly turned around and nodded to Scarlett. "Have a seat. Let's get down to business."

Facing Henry, Scarlett did not dare put on airs and said obediently, "I'll follow your lead completely, Mr. Fischer!"

the same generation as Mr. Driscoll Senior, the Fischer family has many brothers. I'm actually only three years older than

asked, "So, Mr. Fischer... Are we really doing

to wait for tomorrow. We will

them were martial kings and heads

in a pristine suit and polished cane tapped his foot heavily and spoke with weight. "Mr. Fischer, changing the plan at the last

voice came from an old woman with narrow eyes that seemed half-shut. "Mr. Henry, we all agreed the operation would begin tomorrow. Jerome used up a great deal

during his celebration. banquet, his condition has worsened. But don't make the mistake of thinking he's some famb

his martial prowess

terrifying. Charging in recklessly

only get

make a valid point. Jerome has held the Southern Martial Union's top seat for over two decades. Even injured, he's

plan up, it's because I've

shifted, and a flicker of

"Alex? You bought

He's the type to skim profits even off a