Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 671

Aspen slammed her coffee down and strode toward the front hall. She wanted to see who had the guts to call her by name so brazenly.

In the front hall, Leroy clutched his stomach, his face twisted in rage. He spat, "Andrew, you barged into the Stevens mansion and still had the nerve to hit me? You better believe Christie will make you pay for this!"

Irene shrieked hysterically, "Andrew, you're nothing but a heartless bastard! No matter what, Christie was with you for so long, and this is how you repay her? How could you go after Leroy like that? Do you even have a conscience?"

Andrew cast them both a cold glance and smirked. "Leroy, you know damn well why you got hit! The second I walked in, you charged at me like a mad dog. What was I supposed to do, just stand there and let you take a free shot?"

Leroy gritted his teeth, seething. "You've gotten real cocky, Andrew. Don't forget, everything you have today exists because of the Stevens family!"

Irene shouted, "Exactly! You owe us! You should be giving us half of everything you have. If it weren't for Christie and the Stevens family giving you a chance, do you really think you'd be where you are today?"

Andrew let out a mocking laugh. "Give you half? You've got some nerve to say that! What exactly did the Stevens family give me? The only thing you two ever did was stick your hands out for money!"

Irene was livid. "I don't care! If you dare refuse, Andrew, I swear I'll make your life a living hell!"

Andrew did not even bother responding. This greedy, money-hungry woman meant nothing to him now.

In fact, the entire Stevens family was insignificant. If he wanted, he could make them disappear from Jayrodale with just a single order, and no one would even know how it happened.

At that moment, Christina and Aspen stepped into the hall. One wore an icy expression, while the other looked amused and taunting.

"Andrew, you've got some guts," Aspen sneered, crossing her arms. "Instead of hiding, you're out here strutting around. Aren't you afraid Mr. Woods will find you and make you regret it?"

Andrew's face remained expressionless. "I'm here for one reason. Where is that old bastard Gordon?"

Aspen's face twisted with anger. "Andrew, do you have a death wish? You're actually looking for Mr. Woods? You must be tired of living!"

Andrew's eyes narrowed. "I'll ask one more time—where is Gordon?"