Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1785

The next morning, Andrew took his time getting up. Then, he casually announced, "No training today. It's a day off for everyone."

Aspen and the other two women were stunned.

"No training? Just like that?"

"Ugh, a sudden break feels weird."

"Honey, don't do this! Please come torture us, push us, humiliate us. We're begging you!"

Andrew could not help but laugh. These three girls would whine and complain during training sessions. Yet, when he gave them a day off, they complained about feeling uneasy and were practically asking for punishment.

Fortunately, before long, all three women left for work in their respective cars.

Andrew put down his water glass, and the relaxed expression on his face vanished instantly.

The Porsche 911 pulled out of the garage. The moment it left The Sovereign Residences' main gate, it roared to life and sped away.

Behind them, the Driscoll family's surveillance team cursed and called it quits. There was no way their Mazda could keep up with a 911. Plus, it was rush hour.

Half an hour later, Andrew's car pulled into a hotel's underground garage. Unseen, he carried a large black bag and left through the hotel's back door, getting into another car.

The driver was dressed fashionably and stunningly beautiful, grinning as she said, "Sir, where to?"

Andrew chuckled. "Victoria, you look like a movie star today!"

The person picking him up was indeed none other than Victoria.

"This car hasn't been seen in public for ages, and I'm known for being a hermit. So, don't worry. No one's going to suspect I'm chauffeuring you to assassinate Scarlett."

Her tone was calm, like she was commenting on the weather.

Andrew nodded. "It's fine. Just drop me off."

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