Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1374

Mosby did not take the cup because he was afraid. Seeing this, Andrew ran out of patience and shoved the poisoned concoction straight into his hands.

Mosby nearly burst into tears. "Andrew, d-don't touch me!"

However, Andrew ignored him completely. After handing over his poison, he casually reached for the one Mosby had prepared.

Then, with a chilling grin, he raised his glass toward Mosby. "Cheers!"

Mosby held Andrew's poison in trembling hands, his entire body shaking. "Andrew, are you really planning to die with me?"

Andrew shook his head. "No. I'm sending you off. Trust me, if I'm playing this game with you, then there's only one ending—you're the one who dies."

With that, he raised his glass and tilted it toward his lips.

Mosby did not move. Deep down, he was banking on Andrew's death—if the kid dropped, victory was his.

Just right as Andrew's lips touched the cup, he paused, lowered it, and gave Mosby a smirk full of wicked amusement. "What's going on? I'm already ready to toast—don't tell me you're chickening out now. If you're too scared, go ahead and surrender. I might even be kind enough to let you walk away."

Mosby snapped, "I'll drink it! I'm drinking now!"

Yet, just as he stared into the murky liquid Andrew had handed him, cold sweat poured down his back. After all, just a sip of this stuff could send him straight to the afterlife.

That so-called backup plan Preston and Clifford mentioned—saving him in time? Total bullshit. He knew those two old bastards did not care whether he lived or died.

Suddenly, everyone in the arena held their breath—Andrew had taken the lead and downed a small sip from Mosby's poison.

Then, he calmly set the cup down. "The taste is a bit odd… but manageable."

As he tilted his head and smacked his lips like he was sampling wine, Mosby felt his world collapse. 'What the hell? Why's he still standing? Is he immune to poison? How is he fine?'

Shocked out of his senses, Mosby's hands shook violently, and some of the poison sloshed over the rim, dripping onto the floor. The stone floor immediately hissed and sizzled as it corroded, holes and smoke appearing right away.

That was the last straw, and Mosby's courage shattered in an instant. The cup slipped from his hands, smashing into pieces on the floor.