Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 795

However, Andrew had overestimated Michael's driving skills. Once they left Jayrodale and hit the winding roads toward The Southern Highlands, Michael miscalculated a sharp turn and scraped the car against the guardrail.

Luckily, he hit the brakes in time. Andrew stepped out to inspect the damage and found only a minor dent—not enough to affect the car's performance.

Michael climbed out of the driver's seat, looking annoyed. "Damn it! These roads are absolute garbage. Why don't they just widen them or make the turns less sharp?"

Andrew shot him a glance. "Oh? So instead of admitting you suck at driving, you're blaming the roads?"

Michael stiffened and huffed. "Am I wrong? If these roads were as wide as the city highways, I wouldn't have hit anything!"

Andrew let out a cold laugh. "By that logic, if I were your dad, does that mean I could smack you upside the head right now?"

Michael's expression immediately darkened. He did not dare talk back—out in the middle of nowhere like this, he was genuinely afraid Andrew might just finish him off.

Andrew said casually, "The car's fine. Let's keep moving."

Michael waved a hand. "I'm done. You drive."

Andrew smirked. "Already scared?"

Michael argued, "I'm not scared. I just wanna take a break."

"If you're scared, just admit it. No need to pretend. I can see your legs shaking."

Michael replied, "Andrew, for the last damn time, I just wanna rest! Do you really think I'd be scared? Since when have I ever been scared?"

"Then why won't you drive?"

"Because I just don't feel like it! What's it to you?"

"Then you're just a coward—no need to hide it, Michael Rhodes, the Mouse."

"You little—"

His whole body felt like it had been disassembled and barely put back together. Ignoring his injuries, he pushed himself up, his rage outweighing his pain as he stomped toward the Bentley.

Michael had never felt so humiliated. One second, he was arrogantly arguing with Andrew. The next, he was flying through the air like a crash dummy.

Was Andrew's mouth cursed or something?

The Bentley had come to a stop, and two women stepped out. The moment Andrew saw them, his expression darkened.

He recognized them instantly—Aspen and Christina, the infamous Stevens. He had not expected to run into them here, of all places.

"You blind bitches! Do you even know how to drive?! Who the hell do you think you are hitting me?! If you don't wanna die, I swear I'll—"

Michael was mid-rant when he finally got a clear look at them, and he immediately stopped mid-sentence.

His fury twisted into something cold and calculating. "Oh. It's you two. Well, I don't care if we know each other—you still owe me money."