Rising from the Ashes BY Only For You

Chapter 2039

---- Chapter 2039 Andrew said calmly, "But the fighting won't spill into Blumedale here in Gabo Creek. I'll go to Chetvine, or elsewhere if needed, and settle these grudges myself." Derek looked guilty. "It's not that I'm afraid, but the families in Chetvine are not ordinary enemies. If things explode there, I won't be able to help you much." Andrew gave a sincere smile. "Regardless, Governor McCormick, I'm grateful for all your support during this time." Derek chuckled. "Truth be told, I've admired your father, the great Mr. Reginald Lloyd, for years.

He probably never knew me, but I've always respected him deeply. "If you don't mind, just call me Derek... Itl make us closer. Of course, maybe I'm just being shameless and taking advantage, so if you're unwilling, let's call it a joke." Andrew laughed. "Governor McCormick, you're far too humble. Alright, I'm glad to call you by your name." Derek's face lit up, and he could not resist clapping Andrew on the shoulder. "Outstanding! You're the most impressive young man I've ever met. When I studied in Chetvine, Mr. Lloyd Senior was just as much a legend.

was obvious, but he did not care. Andrew clinked glasses with him again, catching Chantelle's sight nearby. She was gazing at him with pride and tenderness, her eyes glowing. However, when their eyes met, she quickly turned away, pretending to admire the room instead. Derek noticed and said, "Andrew, there's your chance. From what I know, Elle seems to have quite the feelings for

grin. "Derek, what if I told you that there's a chance Ms. Garcia and I are already together?" Derek blinked. "Together? What do you mean by that?" Andrew saw he truly did not know, so he leaned in. "I'm not hiding it from you, Derek. Chantelle and I

these days sure move fast!" He turned to look at Chantelle, his expression like that of a protective father realizing his precious daughter had been swept away. A father's daughter was never truly his forever. Before the moment could linger, a stir rippled through the hall. The sharp stomp