Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1647

Andrew immediately struck out, delivering two sharp slaps. He snapped, "You brain-dead moron, I don't care who you are! Royal Entertainment is just a second-rate entertainment company anyway!"

He added, "And you? Even your father wouldn't have the right to run his mouth before me."

Andrew was too lazy to waste words. When it was time to take action, he absolutely would not waste time talking.

Dealing with the Ackermann brothers to Liliana, and now this clown Trent, he had come to realize that these spoiled heirs of Blumedale's elite had one thing in common—they lived in fantasy, completely detached from reality.

If this had happened when Andrew was still keeping a low profile in Blumedale, Trent's behavior might have made sense. However, he was now the chairman of the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce and the champion of the Grand Medical Summit.

With so many crowns on his head, there were still people who dared to swagger in front of him and act like he did not exist.

Andrew could not tolerate this anymore and decided to show them what a real heavyweight looked like.

Covering his face, Trent roared, "You actually hit me? You slapped me in the face?! You're dead! I swear, if I don't skin you alive today, my name isn't Trent King!"

Freya gave a cold laugh. "Trent, for your own good, don't call for backup. And definitely don't run crying to your family."

Trent snapped, furious. "Freya, are you seriously defending this guy?! You're telling me not to retaliate, not to report it to my family. What? I'm just supposed to let this slide?"

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