Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1236

"However, you know, he's always kept things on the down low, hiding who he really is, so he never let us in on his secret. Kinda cute how he thinks he can pull that off, right?

"However, this is my kid we're talking about. He could totally pull a stunt like that. I mean, come on, my kids? We're all about big dreams."

"His sister's the boss lady of her own company, so there's no way he's lagging behind..."

The more Irene dreamed up scenarios, the more convinced she became!

She had sky-high hopes for her son Leroy!

They say true gold always shines, and she was sure her boy Leroy was just like hidden treasure, ready to show his true sparkle any moment then!

"Christie, sweetheart, just kick back and relax, okay? Don't worry your pretty head about a thing!"

Tucking Christina in and making sure she was cozy, Irene's smile turned into a smirk.

"Your brother's out there fighting your battles, doesn't matter if it was that jerk Andrew who messed with you! Today, he's gonna get a taste of his own medicine, courtesy of your brother. That'll teach him!

"Sure, Andrew's got his big-shot company, but that's nothing compared to the likes of Mr. Quinton. Once your brother makes his mark, he'll have his crew ready to even the score. Andrew's money? Pfft, that won't save him from shaking in his boots…"

The thought of Quinton made Irene's mood shift, her face clouding over.

She grabbed her phone and dialed Quinton with a tone ready for battle.

"Mr. Quinton, Christina was doing your bidding, and now look at her—hospitalized from stress… And those slap marks on her face? Yeah, they're still there!

"You're my daughter's friend, I'm aware of that, and you've got a crush on her too. So here's your shot to make things right for my Christina! If not, you can bet I'll think less of you, Mr. Quinton, from here on out!"

However, then he shrugged it off. "Whatever, she's just a vain, simpleton of an old lady. I won't stoop to her level."

To Quinton, Irene and her son Leroy were never more than a blip on his radar, just a couple of ants.

He signaled to one of the house servants with a chilly gesture. "Go fetch Ms. Yara for me."

The servant leaned in close, his voice barely above a whisper, "Mr. Quinton, Ms. Yara's stepped out. She's not on the grounds!"

Quinton's response was a harsh, dismissive snort. "Well, get her on the phone, now. Tell her her loving brother's got urgent business with her! And tell her to hurry back, or I'll be the one paying her a visit—with a whip in hand!"

The servant shuddered at the thought and scurried away to do as he was told.

He could not help but feel sorry for Yara. Born to a mistress, she was under Quinton's thumb there at the Wright family estate.