Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2287

Andrew pulled back the curtains and looked down at an angle. Sure enough, he could see about eight men in black suits wearing sunglasses and carrying weapons, patrolling back and forth.

The area they were guarding was the Grand Hall's most luxurious presidential suite.

At that moment, Ezekiel was completely naked, swimming in the pool.

Isabelle glanced once and quickly looked away, mumbling coldly, "Disgusting!"

Andrew, however, observed carefully for several moments. He finally confirmed that the naked man in the pool was indeed Ezekiel, the heir to the Sorya's Tristars Group empire, whom Andrew had only met once many years ago during a mission in Sorya.

Ezekiel had quite a legendary reputation in Sorya. He was called the future of Sorya, Sorya's top heartthrob, a military legend, and the fang of Sorya's elite special forces unit, the Polar Tigers.

In short, this guy truly enjoyed the praise and admiration befitting a crown prince in Sorya.

"Nice body, almost as good as mine," Andrew muttered casually at the window.

Ezekiel finished his laps and climbed out of the pool. Two towering bodyguards immediately rushed up with towels, drying him carefully as he spread his arms and stood tall.

Andrew guessed the man was getting ready to make an appearance. Most scions always swam, showered, or took saunas before important events.

In Ezekiel's room, Andrew could see no fewer than ten black-suited bodyguards. This made the spacious suite feel somewhat crowded.

Yet, Ezekiel obviously did not mind. He was indeed cautious and meticulous in everything he did.

Moreover, his martial arts skills were rumored to be a rare talent for Sorya. Within Sorya, aside from some old veterans, he was pretty much unrivaled.

Andrew took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Alright. I was wrong to underestimate you!"

Isabelle was indeed quite devilish.

Andrew needed to change his mindset and stop viewing her with ordinary eyes. Just then, the sound of a keycard at the room door echoed.

Immediately after, the room's owner returned. Along with him came the sound of a woman's heavy breathing.

Both Andrew and Isabelle were startled, silently cursing their bad luck. They turned around, not daring to make a sound, and rushed toward any place in the room where they could hide.

They finally realized there was nowhere to hide except the closet, which looked like it might work.