Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1895

On the city wall, there were still more than a dozen Hidden Dragons experts. However, none of them dared to move, and Victoria did not even spare these ants a glance.

"Riker, you cowardly scum, how dare you touch Andrew!" Victoria's expression was calm, showing neither joy nor sorrow. "Time to die!"

With a surge of force from her hand, Riker's neck snapped as if crushed by a ton of steel. Then, she hurled him from the wall with brutal force.

A car below was flattened into a pancake on impact.

Riker landed on his back and coughed up a thick gush of blood mixed with bits of his organs, spraying into the air. Just like that, two-thirds of his life was gone, and he was barely clinging on.

Victoria turned toward Andrew and suddenly smiled. "Sorry, I'm late. I hope you're not mad. I ran into a little trouble when entering Goldridge territory, so that's what held me up. Andrew, go ahead first."

But Andrew quickly said, "Victoria, I'm safe now. Let's leave together."

She shook her head. "You've survived multiple near-death situations here in Goldridge. I need to have a chat with Henry and find out exactly what the hell he's playing at. Go. Madam Valencia is catching up, and I can't cover you if I'm tied down again."

Andrew's expression darkened. He knew Grace because she had once joined in the ambush against Jerome. She was dangerous.

"Then, take care of yourself, Victoria. Promise me you won't get hurt. Get back to Blumedale as soon as you can," he said solemnly.

Victoria's face flushed for a moment, as if she had remembered something. "Go on. I may not be a martial saint, but I can still kill one. Your concern may be unnecessary, but… it still makes me happy."

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