Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1459

Lauren had arrived alongside Andrew, and when she saw what was going on, her expression turned a little strange.

Andrew offered a casual explanation. "Rachel's one of our Chamber members."

Lauren smiled warmly and greeted her. "Nice to meet you, ma'am."

Rachel hesitated. "And you are..."

Lauren chuckled. "Name's Lauren Rhodes. I'm Andrew's first wife."

Rachel's face froze for a moment, cursing inwardly, 'That little vixen actually managed to land Mr. Lloyd?'

If that was true, then her own chances of moving up were even slimmer now.

Wait a minute. First wife?

Did that mean Andrew had a second? Maybe even a third?

Rachel suddenly felt her stomach drop.

Meanwhile, Andrew paid her no mind. He simply got out of the car, took Lauren's hand, and walked straight into the fast-food joint.

The moment he stepped through the door, he saw Quinton with his back turned to him, hands stuffed in the pockets of a tailored suit, striking a dramatic pose.

"You must be the new chairman of the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce. My name's Quinton, the eldest son of the Wrights in Blumedale. I wonder, have you ever heard of me?"

He even threw in some outdated formal speech, trying way too hard to sound refined.

Andrew stepped forward, fully intending to smack the smug right off him. However, before he could move, his eyes landed on two trembling figures nearby—a man and a woman.

It was Christina and her younger brother, Leroy.

Christina's face was swollen, a complete mess. As Andrew's gaze swept over her, she flinched like she had been burned, quickly turning her face away and trying desperately to avoid his eyes.

Andrew struck without hesitation—two brutal slaps landed squarely on Quinton's face.

Quinton felt like a sledgehammer had just slammed into his skull. His ears rang, and both sides of his face went completely numb.

"You dare hit me, Andrew? I swear I'll—"

Before he could even finish his threat, Andrew closed the distance and launched a savage kick straight into Quinton's chest.

The so-called heir of the Wrights flew back like a rag doll, crashing into the kitchen with a loud bang, groaning in agony.

Andrew let out a cold snort and stormed after him like a beast on the hunt.

Quinton barely managed to block two of Andrew's blows before a punch to the gut folded him in half. He vomited violently on the spot, spewing out everything he had eaten the night before.

Yet, Andrew was not done. He grabbed Quinton by the hair and yanked his head up.