Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1414

The rich kids around them immediately started sucking up to Spencer. Someone said, "Mr. Irving isn't just rich—he's filthy rich. You should be thanking your lucky stars he's even glancing your way, kid."

"Don't you see Mr. Irving already held out his hand? What the hell are you standing there for?"

One of the socialites chuckled. "Everyone who tried to be friends with Mr. Irving ended up with a broken wrist and a hospital stay. Hey, Dr. Lloyd or whatever, I suggest you crawl back to wherever you came from. It might be embarrassing, but it's still better than ending up half-paralyzed!"

Hannah smiled sweetly and said, "Andrew, don't tell me you're actually too chicken for this. If that's the case, then we're really gonna lose all respect for you."

Even the usually cold Freya frowned and gave him a warning. "You should just turn around and leave. Mr. Irving is undeniably strong—he could easily knock out a bull. Don't overestimate yourself."

Andrew stayed expressionless but suddenly extended his hand. "Alright then, Mr. Irving. You want to be friends? Perfect, 'cause I've been curious whether you even qualify to be mine."

Spencer was caught off guard for a second. Then, he burst out laughing in rage. "Damn, talking big huh? If you're not in the ER tonight, I'll take your last name!"

The young heirs and socialites around them were shocked by Andrew's arrogant words. It was suicide—literally just two words: pure suicide.

Freya glanced off to the side and sneered. "Trying to show off at an event like this? Only one word fits: idiot."

Andrew and Spencer were already gripping hands.

Spencer's arm was thick as a tree trunk, and his muscles bulged as he squeezed with everything he had, trying to crush Andrew's bones.

He growled, "Enjoy your hospital stay, punk. You'll be laid up for at least two weeks."

Around them, the other rich kids raised their glasses, jeering with anticipation. It was like they were already watching Andrew's hand split open and shatter from Spencer's grip.

Then, a sharp, blood-curdling scream suddenly pierced the air. However, it did not come from Andrew. It came from the big guy, Spencer.

Everyone saw the veins on his arm violently twitching like they were being shocked with volts of pain. His face contorted as his eyes bulged and bloodshot lines streaked his sockets. The agony was unbearable.