Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 853

Chapter 853

Irene quickly picked up the glass, similing as she said, “Mr. Moore, no need to get upset. I’ll drink in Christie’s place.”

She tilted her head back and downed the entire glass in one go, then turned the empty cup upside down to show Finley.

Finley’s brows furrowed with clear displeasure. “Impressive drinking, ma’am, but I was asking for Ms. Stevens, not some washed–up old woman.”

Irene’s smile immediately vanished as her face darkened. Mr. Moore, the Stevens family welcomed you and your men with food and drinks. Is this how you talk to your host Back in my day, I was quite the beauty. Just because I’m older now doesn’t mean I’m some ‘washed–up old woman‘!”

A sharp glint flickered in Finley’s eyes as he scoffed. “Lady, just because you gave birth to a stunning daughter doesn’t mean you get to bask in the same glory. Let’s be real–if it weren’t for Christina, do you think I’d waste my time stepping foot into this sad excuse of a mansion?”

He added, “Be smart and tell your daughter to sit down and have a drink with me. Otherwise, I can make sure the Stevens family disappears with just a word.”

His tone had shifted from playful arrogance to an outright threat.

Irene’s face flushed with anger and shock as she pointed at him. “Finley, I never expected you to be this shameless! Fine, the Stevens family doesn’t need any favors from the Hidden Dragons. Take your men and get the hell out of my house! I must have been blind to invite a pack of ungrateful wolves into my home!”

Her voice shook with fury, and she was barely holding herself back from screaming.

She had tolerated their crudeness, but she would not stand for this level of arrogance, this blatant disrespect. Now, she regretted not listening to Christina in the first place.

Christina, her face ice–cold, stood firm. “Mr. Moore, it’s late. I think it’s best if you and your men leave. If our hospitality wasn’t up to your standards, I’ll make it up to you another day.”

However, Finley did not even budge. He simply swirled the drink in his hand, sipping it slowly as if he had not heard a word they said.

Irene’s patience snapped. She yelled, “Finley, what’s your problem? Didn’t you hear me? Get out of my house, now!”

Finley’s lips curled into a smirk as he turned to his crew. “Boys, you hear that? This old lady wants us gone. But we’re not even full yet. Are you really willing to just walk away?”