Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 833

Chapter 833

Even Zephyr was starting to feel that he had miscalculated maybe he had been too reckless. Of course, if he was feeling that way, then Christina’s family was in an even worse state of mind.

‘Is Andrew really capable of rallying so many powerful figures?‘ Christina wondered as she clenched her teeth, her expression darkening.

If this was the comparison, then as the mere CEO of Stevens Corporation, she was nowhere near Andrew’s level.

Leroy swallowed hard, his scalp tingling as he muttered, “Mom, Christie, it looks like the main family is about to get crushed. What do we do? Should we run while we still can?”

Irene kept telling herself to stay calm. “No, we have to hold our ground. Mr. Zephyr is the head of the Stevens family–as long as he’s here, no matter how many people Andrew has, he won’t be able to do anything to us!”

Yet, even she did not believe her own words.

Suddenly, Dylan grabbed the glass in front of him and smashed it against the floor, shattering it into pieces.

“Zephyr, I’ll say this once–get on your knees, apologize to Mr. Lloyd, and wait for his judgment!”

Natasha’s voice was icy. “Or we can just wipe out every last fighter in your family and see how much of a big deal you really are, daring to come to Jayrodale to challenge him!”

Rodney snorted impatiently. “Mr. Garner, Madam Vostokoff, why waste your breath on him? Seriously, it’s just some second–rate family from Bridgefields. With Mr. Lloyd’s strength, he could crush the entire Stevens family with a single step. And Zephyr still wants to act tough? What a joke!”

Zephyr gritted his teeth, his face twisted in anger. “You lot better not push things too far!”

Rodney’s temper flared. He stepped forward and, without warning, slapped Zephyr across the face. The crisp sound echoed through the hall.

“Hey, old bastard! So what if I do push it? What the hell are you gonna do about it?” He jabbed a finger in Zephyr’s face and openly mocked him.

Zephyr was shaking with rage. As the head of the Bridgefields Stevens family, he had spent years at the top and had never been slapped in the face. Yet now, it was not even a rival patriarch who had hit him–it was some junior punk.

“Mr. Zephyr, since they’re being this aggressive, why don’t we just start killing?” one of the Stevens family fighters gritted out.

Meanwhile, most of the Stevens family members were utterly panicked. If a fight broke out, they knew they were outmatched. At best, the main Stevens family forces could go toe–to–toe with Dylan and Natasha.

However, Madblade Martial Academy and the men working for Jayrodale’s wealthiest mogul, Marvin, would completely slaughter them. Zephyr understood the situation and quickly raised a hand to stop them.

He shouted, “No one moves! I’ll handle this!”