Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1338

Aspen and Lauren exchanged a weary glance. Both women understood that this kind of bold, reckless attitude was just part of Andrew's nature. He was not trying to intimidate anyone—this was simply who he was.

Chantelle, sitting beside Derek, was practically grinding her teeth in frustration. She growled, "That bastard! The competition hasn't even started, and he's already making enemies left and right!"

Derek, however, just chuckled. "Elders, why not just give the young man an answer? I have to admit, he makes a good point."

Meanwhile, in another section of the stands, Quinton let out a scornful laugh. "What a clown. He's got no real skills, so he's resorting to playing the fool."

Christina, who had been silent until now, sneered. "With Dr. Lake and the Advanced Medical Institute here, he's just waiting to get crushed. Let's see how long his bravado lasts."

On the other hand, Yara calmly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. "I don't know. I think Andrew's just being real. He says what he thinks—that's what real confidence looks like."

Leroy, sitting beside her, frowned. "Ms. Wright, you seem to think quite highly of Andrew. Shouldn't you be on our side, though? Supporting him is like slapping your own family in the face."

Yara's eyes turned icy. She leaned in and spat directly into Leroy's face, her expression cold. "Trash like you think you can lecture me? I do what I want. If I say I support Andrew, and I like him, what are you gonna do about it? Bite me?"

Leroy's face turned a sickly shade of green, still dripping with her spit. His expression was one of pure humiliation, like he had just watched his own funeral. "You fucking b—"

Even so, he did not dare finish the sentence. He knew full well that Yara could crush him without breaking a sweat.

Beside him, Irene quickly fumbled for a tissue, hurriedly wiping her son's face. She usually had a sharp tongue, but when faced with someone like Yara, a true blue-blooded heiress, she could only shrink back, her usual fire extinguished.

Christina ignored the pathetic scene beside her and instead fixed her sharp gaze on Yara. She asked, "What did you just say? You like… Andrew?"