Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 809

Chapter 809

The two Wellers enforcers exchanged uncertain glances, hesitation flickering in their

eyes.

“Even if she isn’t a full–fledged martial king, she’s definitely close–an elite martial artist at an unfathomable level. But something about this doesn’t add up. Why would someone that powerful be hiding away in a rundown monastery in the Southern Highlands?

“Not to mention, she was practically living in poverty. Someone of her caliber could easily dominate all of Jayrodale, if not the entire southern martial world. She should be one of the top three powerhouses, at the very least.”

Harvey sucked in a sharp breath. The next second, his jealousy exploded.

He yelled, “Are you telling me that a martial king–level master just fell into Andrew’s lap for free? Absolutely not! I don’t care if I have to throw everything the Wellers have into it–I need to bring Shiloh into our ranks!”

One of the enforcers shook his head and sighed. “Mr. Weller, if you don’t want to die young, you’d best drop that idea. Something about her is strange. She even admitted that she’s sick, but even weakened, she’s still far beyond our reach.”

Harvey clenched his fists, unwilling to accept reality. “Then what? Am I just supposed to sit back and let Andrew walk around with a martial king at his side? How the hell am I supposed to kill him now?”

The enforcers chuckled. “That’s not something you need to worry about. Shiloh seems detached from worldly matters. She’s not the type to get involved in violence or power struggles. That means Andrew won’t be able to use her to his advantage.

“If we make our move against Andrew, there’s no guarantee that Shiloh will intervene. So, we still have plenty of opportunities.”

Harvey’s expression finally eased, though he still looked frustrated. After a moment of silence, he grumbled, Fine. Let’s get back to Jayrodale. Rhodes Corporation is already struggling. I’ll make sure it never recovers and falls completely out of the top ranks in Jayrodale!

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“And as for Christina and Aspen… those two wretched women–once I get the chance, I’ll make sure they’re both begging at my feet.”

The return trip to Jayrodale was much smoother.

Loud thuds echoed from the trunk as Michael kicked at the walls, his angry voice muffled but relentless.

“Andrew, you bastard! Let me out! You trying to suffocate me in here?!”

Each time he yelled, Andrew would press the gas pedal, drifting hard around a curve. A moment later, the trunk filled with the sound of retching and weak, breathless curses.

Glancing at the passenger seat, Andrew asked, “Shiloh, how are you feeling? Do you get carsick?”

Shiloh shook her head. “No.”

Of course, she would not. A martial artist of her caliber getting motion sickness would be the biggest joke of the century.

Still, Andrew had only asked to mess with her.

He leaned back casually and said, “Shiloh, your strength… must have reached martial king level by now, right?”

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