Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 685

Chapter 685 Aspen gave a satisfied nod. “That’s the spirit. That’s the Christie I know. Don’t worry. With me by your side, Stevens Corporation will rise stronger than ever.”

Christina forced a weak smile. “Yeah… at this point, the only way I can reclaim my dignity is through my career. I’ll make Andrew see that I’m not a quitter. I’ll catch up to him—and surpass him.”

Aspen’s eyes gleamed with a cold, twisted amusement. In her mind, Andrew was probably already rotting six feet under, completely unaware of the foolish Christina’s self–pity.

Still, she could tell that Andrew’s brutal truth had shattered Christina’s confidence. Well, killing Andrew had at least served the purpose of giving Christina a sense of closure.

Meanwhile, Andrew had no idea that Christina was drowning in regret and disbelief, teetering on the edge of an emotional breakdown. Then again, why would he care? To him, whether Christina’s well–being was none of his concern anymore.

He strolled into the Moonlit Apothecary, a bag of herbs swinging from his hand. He asked casually, “Nyla, how are you feeling?”

To his surprise, Lauren was already there, sitting beside Nyla with a concerned expression.

“Dr. Lloyd, I’m feeling much better now,” Nyla replied with a smile. Her complexion looked noticeably healthier than before.

Lauren walked up to Andrew, her eyes filled with curiosity. Dr. Lloyd, Fran told me you stormed out earlier. You didn’t go after Gordon, did you?”

Andrew let out a cold snort. “There’s no more Gordon. He’s gone–for good.”

His words stunned the three women into silence. Lauren, Nyla, and Francesca exchanged nervous glances.

“Andrew… did you kill Gordon? That hunchbacked freak?” Francesca asked, her voice tight with apprehension.

Andrew noticed the worry on their faces. Lauren seemed calm enough, but Nyla and Francesca were visibly unsettled.

He decided to ease their minds, saying with a casual shrug, ‘No, I didn’t do it myself. I just sent Dylan and Natasha to handle it. Gordon was a dangerous lunatic, so we had him run out of Jayrodale. He won’t be coming back.”

Lauren nodded with relief. “That’s good. As long as he was still around, we were always going to be at risk.”

Francesca exhaled heavily, clutching her chest as if trying to steady her heartbeat. “Andrew, you scared me half to death. For a second, I thought you’d actually killed him. If that were the case, we’d be in big trouble with the Bridgefields‘ Stevens family.”