Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1244

On the west side of the capital, there was a ritzy neighborhood where the real estate was worth a fortune.

Mosby's swanky villa was nestled right there.

With the Grand Medical Summit just around the corner, Mosby had been hustling like crazy, getting everything ready for the big event.

Even with his medical skills being top-tier in the capital—a place brimming with talent—he was still cramming like there was no tomorrow to make sure he shone at the Summit.

It was tough out there, even for a bigwig like him. He had to stay sharp, or the next hotshot would leave him in the dust.

Take that pesky Andrew, for instance.

The kid's medical mojo had Mosby all mixed up, forcing him to stay on his toes.

Last time, Andrew actually managed to fix the Keller family head's energy corruption, stealing the spotlight and rewards that were meant for Mosby!

Naturally, Mosby's got a serious grudge brewing.

However, it also lit a fire under him.

"Hmph, I've gotta hand it to the kid, his skills are freakishly good for his age! However, if he thinks he can go toe-to-toe with me, he's dreaming…"

Mosby slammed his medical book shut and huffed to himself, lost in his thoughts.

The doorbell echoed through the house, followed by the eager voices of the apprentices. " Mr. Lake, we're back, please let us in!"

Mosby's heart leaped with joy, and he quickly swung open the villa's iron gate.

The Bates family's missing piece of the map must be theirs then!

They would not be back that late for any other reason.

Mosby thought to himself, his breath quickening with anticipation.

Mosby's eyes blazed with fury as he bellowed, "Zip it! I'm not in the mood for excuses. Arrghh!!"

Overcome with anger and a sense of being wronged, Mosby's hand flew up again, delivering a series of stinging slaps!

This time, it was not just Old Hayface who got it, Mosby's other two apprentices ended up with their noses battered and their faces swollen, blood crisscrossing their features!

Old Hayface was petrified. "Mr. Lake, you…"

Mosby slapped a hand over his mouth, snarling, "Quiet, my good apprentice, don't talk! Get your face over here, let me vent some of this anger! Otherwise, I'm gonna lose it. I'm just… so ticked off!

"You bunch of no-hopers. And you, Andrew, you little troublemaker, you messed up my plans, I can't let you off the hook!"

Mosby then went to town on his three apprentices with a barrage of punches and kicks!

He did not stop until he was soaked with sweat and struggling to catch his breath.