Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 911

A slightly overweight man in a gray suit walked slowly toward Francesca. With a polite demeanor, he introduced himself, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Elon Golding, the eldest son of the Golding family from Blumedale."

He paused, then added, "Ms. Aicker, if you don't mind, please come with us."

Francesca did not panic. She responded coldly, "Mr. Golding, as far as I know, the Aickers have no issues with you or your family."

Elon shook his head, his tone dripping with arrogance. "The Aickers are nothing but a minor family, hardly worth the Golding family's attention. But that boy, Andrew—I'm going to make him get down on his knees before me, begging me for mercy as I crush him like the insect that he is."

He smirked, his voice growing darker. "And you, Ms. Aicker, as one of Andrew's beloved, will be the perfect tool to break him. Once I have you, I can make that little bastard suffer however I please."

His wide grin stretched unnaturally as he spoke, almost as if his mouth had split open. Francesca shivered. For a moment, his face looked monstrous—twisted, bloodthirsty, like a beast ready to devour its prey.

The Golding family of Blumedale was no ordinary foe.

Her last thought before losing consciousness was a silent plea. 'Andrew, please be careful…'

…

Meanwhile, Andrew was speeding down the mountain road in his G-Wagon, heading straight for West End.

About 20 minutes later, he burst into the West End headquarters and immediately asked, "Is there any news on the Golding family or Kenny entering Jayrodale?"