Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 687

Chapter 687 Aspen was in disbelief. After all, she thought Gordon was supposed to have already killed Andrew. Hence, there was no way Andrew could still be alive.

Aspen’s mind spiraled into chaos. Her breathing grew ragged, and her thoughts twisted in every possible direction. She even wondered if it were Andrew’s ghost, a vengeful spirit coming back from the grave.

Her trembling fingers fumbled for her phone as dread coiled tighter around her chest. She quickly called Gordon’s number, only to find that his phone had been turned off.

Aspen’s heart skipped a beat. She already knew it would not go through, but she kept dialing anyway–again and again.

She tried more than a dozen times, and each time, she was het with the same automated response that the number was unavailable.

Frustration exploded within her, and she screamed, “Gordon! What the hell is going on? Are you dead or alive? Can’t you give me a damn sign?”

The silence that followed was deafening. Nothing about this made sense. Andrew, who should been rotting in the ground, was walking, talking, and answering phone calls. Meanwhile, Gordon had vanished without a trace.

Tears of fear and helplessness pricked her eyes. Her confidence, her bravado–everything was unraveling. As dread tightened its icy grip, one terrifying thought surfaced. ‘What if Andrew wasn’t killed? What if Gordon was the one who died instead?‘

Aspen calmed down and immediately called Zephyr Stephens, the patriarch of the Bridgefields‘ Stevens family. “Aspen? Well, well… what an unexpected surprise. What brings my rebellious little daughter to call me out of the blue?” Zephyr joked.

Aspen forced herself to swallow the rising panic. She could not just blurt out the truth. Zephyr would lose his mind if he found out Gordon had gone missing.

After all, Gordon was the family’s hidden ace, their invisible dagger in the shadows. His disappearance would be seen as Aspen’s catastrophic failure.

She plastered on her best fake smile and softened her voice. “Dad, I was just thinking about you. I had some free time and figured I’d call you to see how you’ve been.”

Zephyr laughed heartily. “Ah, Aspen, my precious girl. As long as you’re doing well in Jayrodale, I’m doing just fine. I’m glad Mr. Woods is helpful.”

Aspen’s heart was pounding hard, but she managed to sound as calm as possible. “Of course! You know me, Dad. I’ve laid a solid foundation here. The Stevens family will have no problem setting a solid foundation in Jayrodale.”

Zephyr praised, “That’s what I like to hear. You’ve achieved so much in such a short time. I’ve always said you were the sharpest of all my children.”

“Still, you shouldn’t let your guard down,” he said, his tone sharp. “Jayrodale isn’t our home turf. I heard from Mr. Woods that you’ve had a few setbacks there. Something about a kid named Andrew Lloyd giving you trouble?”