Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1872

"Miss, that guy you wanted us to look into is still in Goldridge right now!"

Inside a teahouse in a bustling street in Goldridge, Rowan sat in her white dress listening to her subordinate's report. She asked somewhat impatiently, "Where is he? Is he okay?"

Her subordinate replied, "I don't know if he's okay or not. I just know he's been captured and controlled by Mr. Fischer!"

Rowan's hand trembled slightly, spilling some of her tea as the porcelain cup wobbled in her grip.

Across from her, Evan took it all in silently. He said coldly, "Rowan, no matter how worried you are about him, it's pointless now. He's in Mr. Fischer's hands. Do you really think he still has a chance?"

Rowan did not answer. Her heart was a storm of chaos.

She had not expected that after five years, they would finally cross paths again, only for that bastard to be at death's door before they could even exchange a word.

Evan sneered. "If you ask me, he brought this on himself. Who the hell dares ruin a plan set by Mr. Fischer and the McCormicks? Letting Mr. Thornton go like that? What was he even thinking?"

Rowan snapped, clearly irritated. "Evan, are you done running your mouth? If you're done, then start thinking of a way to save Andrew!"

Evan scoffed. "Andrew? So now you're finally saying his name out loud? Well, let me be real with you: there's no saving him. We Onyx Serpents can barely protect ourselves right now. And that guy? He's in Mr. Fischer's hands! You know what he's capable of, don't you?"

He continued, "He alone is enough to keep the entire Onyx Serpents on edge. Now that the Southern Martial Union's main headquarters has fallen into his hands… the worst for us is yet to come. We're struggling just to survive, so how the hell are we supposed to help someone else?"

Rowan fell silent. Right now, Henry and the McCormicks had officially seized control over the Southern Martial Union's central headquarters. From here on out, they would control Goldridge and command the entire Southern Martial Union.

Those who submitted would become allies, little more than lapdogs. Those who resisted? They would be crushed without hesitation.

This was the harsh truth of the martial world: the strong ones made the rules.

And those weaker ones? They either bowed or got eaten alive.

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