Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1601

"Mr. Lloyd, this is satisfying! So very satisfying!" one of the members exclaimed.

"That's right, we knew that once you arrived, that old bastard Cillian would have no choice but to bow down and submit!" another chimed in.

"Mr. Lloyd, you're like the anchor of our Chamber of Commerce!" they continued with their praise.

Andrew raised his hand to stop their flattery. "Gentlemen, I know exactly what you're all thinking! Anyway, the doors of the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce are always open! Anyone who's unhappy can get the hell out anytime! If anyone wants to leave, I won't stop them!"

No one dared to speak up.

They had all come with Cillian, expecting to watch him flex his power and intimidate others. Yet, Cillian ended up in the hospital, and the person who was supposed to get beaten down was standing there completely unharmed.

They thought that perhaps this new chairman really was a force to be reckoned with, and they would better avoid using dirty tricks in the future.

Many of them began calculating their next moves carefully.

Rachel smiled and suggested, "Mr. Lloyd, since all the other board members are here today, why don't we go out for a meal together? We can celebrate you officially taking over and starting your new position!"

Andrew thought about it and nodded in agreement. He had not really gotten to know the Chamber of Commerce members yet, and having a meal together would be perfect. It would give him a chance to get to know everyone and make it easier to manage them later.

Rachel chose the venue herself. Naturally, it was the finest restaurant under her name.

Before long, the group got into their cars and headed to the restaurant.

These Chamber of Commerce big shots all drove Mercedes, BMWs, and Porsches, complete with drivers. Only Andrew pulled up in a beat-up Mazda with a crumpled front bumper, turning heads and raising eyebrows.

Andrew himself remained completely unfazed. It was just a car. He never needed flashy toys to prove anything.

Rachel smiled sweetly and said, "Mr. Lloyd, you have such refined taste. Anyone can tell you appreciate cars and art—even your choice of vehicle is so uniquely different!"

Andrew glanced at her sideways. "I don't know anything about art. My car was simply damaged in an accident, that's all. Thanks, though!"

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