Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1629

Andrew finally came face to face with the so-called golden boy of the Driscoll family, who everyone raved about. He had to admit that Joe was pretty good-looking.

He had sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. His polished, aristocratic expression stayed frozen in a constant state of aloof detachment, the kind of poker face that did not impress Andrew at all.

Nonetheless, for girls like Liliana, his appeal was devastating.

All the spoiled brats moved aside to clear a path for Joe, and he walked up to Andrew. He did not stop until there was less than half a meter between them.

Andrew remained calm, waiting for the other party to speak.

Joe said flatly, "You're Andrew Lloyd, right? You're not worthy of Lauren!"

It was a direct verdict.

Andrew grinned and asked, "If you say so. Anyway, I guess I can leave now, right?"

Joe frowned, but he did not say a word. Instead, the spoiled brats around them burst into mocking laughter.

"What? Are you scared, you little nobody?"

"You think you can just walk away? That easy?"

"Get on your knees, apologize to Mr. Driscoll, and swear you'll stay away from Ms. Rhodes forever. Then, you can crawl out of here!"

They shouted one after another, like it was standard procedure.

Andrew looked around at the crowd and chuckled. "You think you can tell me what to do? Oh, please."

They instantly turned red with fury.

Leon Mercer snapped. He raised the revolver in his hand and pointed it straight at Andrew. He growled, "You arrogant piece of trash! When Mr. Driscoll says jump, you ask how high! One more word, and I'll blow your damn head off!"

Gary, ever the bootlicker, sneered, "Even if Mr. Driscoll lets you live, you're still leaving Nova Fight Club like a dog—on all fours."

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