Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1947

Walter, commander of the Driscoll family's Shadow Division, and Bradley, the family's master art expert, a martial king at his peak, stood at his side with a matte-finished longsword in hand, were also present.

The two powerhouses moved in, flanking Scarlett as they entered the dining hall.

Outside, the chaotic shuffle of feet faded almost instantly. It was obvious the cathedral's monks had been ordered to clear the area and stay far from the fight.

'The Driscoll family really came prepared,' Andrew thought, taking in how quickly the situation had turned grim.

Victoria rose from her seat with a cold expression, her movements slow and unhurried, as if nothing could shake her.

The rest of the Peck family looked completely different.

Calvin was so scared he nearly wet himself, holding his head and begging repeatedly. "Ms. Driscoll, Mr. Burke, our family is innocent. Do whatever you want, just don't drag us into it."

Miles and Liliana were frozen in wide-eyed terror, too scared to speak. Against a giant like the Driscoll family, they were like rabbits staring down a tiger.

Andrew remained seated, his expression calm. However, the muscles in his back tensed and rose slightly beneath his shirt. If he had to, he could spring forward in an instant and cut Matthias down where he stood.

That bald hypocrite, who claimed the mortal world no longer suited him and that he had fully embraced Solmortis discipline, was clearly working with the Driscolls to corner both him and Victoria.

Scarlett laughed, her voice dripping with malice. "Victoria, Andrew… Neither of you will leave here alive today!"

She did not attack right away. Instead, she eased toward the window so she, Walter, and Bradley could surround them from three sides. She was determined to kill Andrew today, more than anyone else.

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