Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 887

At that moment, over in Blumedale, Kenny was on the verge of exploding. "That little bastard! If I don't skin him alive, I don't deserve my last name!"

Inside the villa on his private lake estate, Kenny was so enraged that he grabbed a crystal tea set from the table and smashed it into a thousand pieces.

The housekeepers nearby trembled in fear, their heads lowered, barely daring to breathe. That tea set was not just any tea set—it was a gift from the Golding family, worth millions of dollars.

Yet, he had shattered it without a second thought. That was how furious he was.

A low, chilling laugh suddenly echoed through the room. "Well, well, Mr. Rhodes. Quite the temper you have there. Why don't you let me take care of this problem for you?"

A tall man in black stepped into the villa. He had a single eye, the other covered by a dark leather eyepatch.

His remaining eye was sharp and predatory, piercing like a hawk's, making it impossible to meet his gaze without feeling a deep sense of unease.

Kenny turned around, his face lighting up with relief.

"Phantom Eye, you're finally here!" he said, his tone eager. "I have one simple request—head to Jayrodale immediately and bring my son Michael back to Blumedale."

Phantom Eye let out a dry chuckle. "That's it? That's all you need?"

Kenny's expression twisted into something far more sinister. He snarled, "Of course not! Not only do I want you to bring Michael back, but I want you to tear Andrew apart—limb by limb. I assume that's not too difficult for you?"