Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1004

Chapter 1004

Tears of humiliation welled up in Shawn’s eyes as he clenched his teeth and muttered, “Got it!” Andrew slapped him again, harder this time. “I didn’t ask if you got it. I asked if it’s okay.”

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The weight of shame nearly crushed Shawn from the inside out. Nonetheless, he did not dare resist. He did not even flinch as he squeezed out, “Okay!”

No one missed how low he had sunk. Even Quinton, the proud heir of Blumedale, had lost all his swagger, and now Shawn had no one to count on. He was completely on his own.

Andrew looked down at him and said coldly, “You can fuck off now.”

Shawn acted like he had just been pardoned from death row He scrambled to his feet and bolted straight back to the Fields family.

From that day on, he swore he would check the stars before leaving his house, and he would make damn sure Andrew was not in the same zip code. If their paths might cross, he would rather stay home or take a two–hour detour.

“Alright, Fran, let’s go,” Andrew said, brushing off his hands like the whole thing had been a waste of time.

Quinton’s voice darkened. “Andrew, are you seriously going to pretend you don’t know Shawn is one of my men?”

Andrew glanced sideways and replied coolly, “Yeah, I know. So?”

Quinton snapped, “Then how dare you lay a hand on him?”

Andrew snorted. “Cut the crap, Quinton. When I slapped him just now, you didn’t say a word. Now that it’s over, now you want to step up and act like you’re backing him? Doesn’t that make you look kinda pathetic?”

Quinton choked on his fury. “You-”

Andrew jabbed a finger right at his nose, voice sharp and menacing. “And you! Pack your crap and haul your ass back to Blumedale. Jayrodale isn’t your playground, and if you so much as touch my Moonlit Apothecary again or keep scheming after my medicine…