Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 797

Andrew frowned slightly. First, he had run into Aspen and Christina on the road. Now, at the monastery, he had to deal with Harvey.

This trip was shaping up to be more trouble than expected. Still, he had already come this far—there was no turning back. Besides, he was not the type to be intimidated by anyone.

Meanwhile, outside, Michael had managed to clean himself up a bit using the creek water.

As he stepped into the monastery, his expression was full of resentment. "Andrew, you trying to kill me or something? If anything happens to me, neither Lauren nor you will get out of this alive!"

Andrew sighed in annoyance. "Relax. If I really wanted you dead, it wouldn't take more than a few seconds. Focus. The Wellers got here first, and it looks like they're trying to win over Master Shiloh. We can't let that happen."

The moment Michael heard Harvey was here, his eyes turned bloodshot. He clenched his fists and snarled, "That bastard? Perfect. I've been waiting to settle the score."

Andrew's voice dropped into a warning tone. "Don't do anything stupid. We don't know what kind of person Master Shiloh is yet. If you start a fight with Harvey and piss her off, ruining my plan, then I promise you—your ride back to Jayrodale will be nothing but a nonstop vomit session."

Michael's face paled instantly. Just the memory of Andrew's reckless driving made his stomach churn. He was terrified, feeling pure, bone-deep fear. Without another word, he swallowed his anger and shut his mouth.

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Stepping into the monastery's main hall, Andrew immediately spotted Harvey standing respectfully in front of a sheer curtain. Behind him were two Wellers elders, both equally deferential.

Behind the curtain, a row of candles flickered, casting a warm golden glow throughout the room. The entire scene radiated a serene, almost sacred aura.