Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1792

Andrew chuckled and said, "How would I dare? She's the pride of Gabo Creek. I wouldn't even qualify to be in her presence!"

Downstairs in the bar, Luna stepped through the door and immediately looked up toward the second-floor booth.

The moment her eyes landed on Andrew, a flash of coldness crossed her face.

Leslie, following close behind, sneered. "General, that arrogant fool is here too."

Luna replied calmly, "Ignore him. I'll leave as soon as our business is done."

Zachary approached and greeted her politely. "General Phelan, welcome. Please, have a seat."

Luna sat down with a relaxed posture, casually crossing one long, boot-clad leg over the other. "So, you're about to take Jerome's inner disciple assessment. How confident are you?"

Zachary gave a sly smile. "If you'd asked me before, I'd say 30%. But now? I'd say 80, maybe even 90%."

Luna scoffed. "That's nonsense. Zachary, I have no idea where your confidence is coming from. Jerome is a titan of the Southern Martial Union. Becoming one of his inner disciples is no small feat; history proves that."

She added, "You haven't even reached the martial king level, yet here you are talking about 80% percent? Don't you think you're getting a little ahead of yourself?"

Zachary remained calm. "General Phelan, no need to get so worked up. I'm not bluffing. I've had help from someone significant, and that's boosted my chances."

Luna smirked. "Let me guess. That ‘someone significant' is Andrew upstairs?"

Zachary did not dodge the question. "Exactly."

Leslie could not hold back a laugh. "Mr. Fischer, you're one of the top names in Blumedale, and you're seriously putting faith in that fraud? You should know better than that."

Zachary stayed composed. "Who I choose to trust is my business, not yours."

Leslie, clearly offended, clenched her jaw. "You—"

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