Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1053

Meanwhile, Quinton's face twisted in fury as he gritted his teeth, nearly shouting, "Mr. Golding Senior, you've completely lost your judgment! That guy from Supreme Capital Group? He is Andrew Lloyd from Jayrodale—the owner of Moonlit Apothecary.

"Everything that happened to Elon in Jayrodale, and even the humiliation Winston suffered there—every last bit of it was thanks to that bastard! He's the exact same man your family's bounty was targeting. That's the guy!"

Richard's eyes burned with rage as he roared, "Quinton, are you absolutely certain about what you're saying?"

Quinton shouted right back, "Dead serious! Every damn word! If I'm lying, do whatever you want to me, Mr. Golding Senior—hell, if you want to kill me right now, I won't fight it!"

Richard stumbled a step, barely staying on his feet as disbelief crashed over him. "So, that little punk was lying to me from the very start? He didn't just steal my money—he fooled my heart, tricked my trust?"

Quinton let out a sharp breath. "Wait… Mr. Golding Senior, are you saying… you trusted Andrew that much?"

Richard's forehead veins bulged in rage. "That little bastard! After everything, I treated him like a friend! If that's not emotion, then what the hell is it? So, he's the one behind Moonlit Apothecary, and those miracle drugs were his doing all along."

He added, "No wonder when we talked business, he spoke so confidently—he knew everything about those two damn pills!"

Right then, a few of the other major players noticed something was off with Richard and walked up, concerned.

"Richard, what's going on? You look like you're about to explode."

Another asked, "Yeah, man, where's our good buddy Mr. Lloyd?"

"Come on, let's grab dinner with him and iron out the details on that miracle drug collaboration!"

The moment those enthusiastic voices hit his ears, Richard absolutely lost it. He screamed like a madman, "Collaboration? You can shove that collaboration! That little piece of shit played us all like a bunch of clowns!"

He yelled, "Guards! Find him now—I want him torn to pieces, dragged through hell, and erased from the face of this earth!"

The Golding family's bodyguards immediately fanned out in all directions. However, it was already too late.