Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1737

Shortly after, Andrew made his way to the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce headquarters.

Ryder was already waiting. The moment he saw Andrew, he rushed over and said, "Mr. Lloyd, my dad's planning to come after you!"

Standing beside him, Rachel snapped, "Unless he has a death wish, Mason wouldn't dare!"

Andrew calmly raised his hand. "No need for the dramatics. It was expected. Go on. What have you found out? Let's hear it."

Ryder spoke quickly. "Mr. Byrne personally visited my father at the Ulrich residence. He asked my dad to set up a private meeting with you. Then, Mr. Byrne plans to make his move against you himself."

A sharp glint flashed through Andrew's eyes.

Marcelo again? The man just did not know when to quit.

He ordered, "Rachel, get the car ready. Since they want to play games, I'll play a big one with them."

Rachel trembled nervously. "Mr. Lloyd, are you planning to confront them directly?"

A playful expression appeared in Andrew's eyes. "Of course, I'm not afraid of direct confrontation, but I prefer to operate quietly behind the scenes."

By now, Andrew has fully established himself in Blumedale. First, there was Shiloh, his "nuclear option" backup plan, and second, he had Victoria's powerful backing to rely on.

He never expected that his father's old flings would end up becoming his greatest assets.

And honestly? He could not say it did not feel satisfying.

With Tiana and Victoria both backing him up, even going toe-to-toe with the Three Titans no longer felt like a stretch.

Moreover, Victoria's strength was immeasurable. With his second seal still unbroken, having her as his anchor gave him the upper hand.

As for the Driscoll family, the full picture was not clear yet.

By now, it was 6 p.m., and the crowd had begun to pour in. Wannabe thugs and fake gangsters swaggering in with barely-dressed women clinging to their arms.

A stretch black Mercedes slowly pulled up and parked sideways right in front of the entrance, instantly drawing attention. The door swung open, and Andrew stepped out, adjusting the cuffs of his suit.

Voluptuous and radiant as ever, Rachel followed behind with a confident sway.

No one else was with them.

A few cocky young men swaggered over, all sleeveless, tatted up, and carrying themselves like they owned the street.

One of them slapped the hood of the stretch Benz and barked, "Who the hell are you country bumpkins? Rented this ride just to show off, huh? Move this piece of junk, or we'll smash it to pieces!"

Rachel let out a cold laugh. "Try it. Go ahead, smash it and see what happens. Back off. Mr. Lloyd is here to see your boss, the Dragon King."