Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1435

Andrew ignored the sisters and scanned the area, spotting Duncan and Spencer across the street. Ignoring the flowing traffic, Andrew strode toward them.

Seeing this, Spencer was so terrified he nearly wet himself. He was about to call his gang of thugs for help when he turned around to find they had all fled in terror.

"Dad, we're finished, we're completely finished…" Spencer despaired in an instant.

His pants became soaked as a puddle of murky liquid spread on the ground beneath him.

Even Chase, a martial arts powerhouse who could walk through Blumedale untouched, had gone down with a single hit from Andrew.

What were they compared to Andrew? They were as insignificant as dust.

Duncan's hand trembled violently on his cane. Soon, his whole body began to shake, like he was freezing from the inside out.

He had seen serious power before and even worked with martial kings, real monsters in their own right. However, as he watched Andrew approaching, for the first time in his life, he had the urge to drop to his knees to surrender and beg.

Finally, Andrew stood before them. His tone was calm, almost casual. "That man earlier was your hitman, wasn't he?"

Duncan stammered, his voice shaking. "M-Mr. Lloyd, I-I… please, let me explain—"

Andrew's hand shot out like lightning, grabbing Duncan by the throat and slamming him against the front of his Maybach. The windshield shattered on impact, and blood burst from his mouth, splashing across the hood of the luxury car.

He collapsed onto the engine block, writhing in pain, screaming. "Mr. Lloyd, please—don't kill me! I was wrong, I was so wrong! I swear I'll never disrespect you again! Spare me, Mr. Lloyd—please, I'm begging you!"

His cries were animalistic—cornered, broken, and completely unhinged with terror.

Andrew punched down again—this time, not on Duncan, but on the hood beside him. The sleek, multimillion-dollar Maybach was totaled in a single blow.

Andrew's voice dropped, cold as ice. "Next time, I won't smash your car, but your skull instead."

He stared down at Duncan, who was still coughing blood, face twisted in agony. "Believe me when I say—your head will pop like a watermelon under my fist. Not just your head, your son's, and your whole disgusting family's.

The Keller sisters stood frozen, speechless. They looked at Andrew, eyes wide open. All their past mocking, dismissiveness, and defiance now seemed laughable.

They realized just how brutal, volatile, and powerful this man truly was.

If it were not for the Keller name shielding them, who were they to him, really? At best, they would be toys—disposable and replaceable.

That terrifying thought sent chills down their spines.

Worse yet, Andrew was now the official Chairman of the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce. He held real power and authority that even they had to answer to.

Freya bit her pale lip, then suddenly stepped forward. "Mr. Lloyd, we sincerely apologize for our earlier behavior. We're truly sorry, sir. Please forgive us."

Not only did she apologize, but the proud woman also formally bowed her head to Andrew.