Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1375

Clifford suggested, "How about you sell that map to our Advanced Medical Institute?"

Andrew did not even bother looking at him, simply replying, "Sure. Like I said before—just make me the head of your institute and we've got a deal."

Clifford roared, "You're delusional!"

Andrew sneered. "If I'm delusional, then so are you."

Down below, Mosby staggered off the platform like a broken man. Rafael rushed up to him, his voice tight with urgency. "Mosby, I only brought that map out because of you! Yet you just stood there and let it fall into Andrew's hands! Do you realize how big a loss this is?"

Mosby's lips trembled. "Mr. Driscoll… I tried my best."

"I know you tried," Rafael growled. "But we have to take the map back!"

Mosby's eyes drifted toward Andrew, still surrounded by the roaring crowd, and his expression twisted with hatred. "Don't worry. The humiliation and disgrace I suffered because of him, I'll return it all with a hundredfold. If I don't see that brat dead, then I'm no man!"

In one lonely corner of the stands, Christina and her family, plus Quinton, sat stiffly like a group of washed-up fools.

Leroy muttered, "Christie, Mom… So, from today onward, Andrew's the Grand Physician? If we see him again, do we have to bow to him or something?"

Irene fidgeted and stammered, "I-I don't think so… I mean, Grand Physician is just a title, right? It's not that big of a deal…"

However, all the color had already drained from Christina's face.

She stared blankly ahead and said, "Sure, the title alone might not mean much. But starting today, Andrew's name will echo across Blumedale—through Gabo Creek and all of Southern Holtrien. He's already soared. To him, we're nothing but ants."

Irene shut her mouth tight, too terrified to speak. Her short, pudgy body trembled. "Christie, let's go. Let's just leave and never cross him again. Hurry!"

Quinton's face had already turned pitch black.