Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

Quinton exploded, slamming the table. "Is this the best the Weller family can do?"

He sneered, "Mr. Weller, you're supposed to be young and capable, right? You landed the head position at such a young age, and this is all the guts you've got?"

What angered Quinton the most was Harvey's next response.

Harvey just nodded and admitted bluntly, "You're right, Mr Wright. I really do lack guts and boldness."

Now Quinton was seething with rage. He shouted, "I invited you all here out of goodwill, giving you the chance to get rich, and this is how you repay me?"

His gaze swept across the room, his expression turning sharp and threatening. These guys were supposed to be the top dogs of Jayrodale. With this many major figures in the room, how was it possible that not even one of them had the spine to act?

In Quinton's mind, Andrew was just the owner of a local apothecary. All it would take was a united public statement, and Moonlit Apothecary would be done for in Jayrodale.

Then, Andrew would be crawling back, begging for mercy, sobbing and desperate for forgiveness.

Just then, a few people from Madblade Martial Academy stood up.

Quinton lit up with excitement. "Mr. Sanford, I knew I could count on you. Out of Jayrodale's four young elites, you're the boldest, the one with true backbone. So, what do you say? Can your academy teach that Andrew a lesson?"

He continued, "If you do, I'll release the investment funds immediately, all to Madblade Martial Academy."

Rodney casually picked his teeth and replied with complete disinterest, "Sorry. We at Madblade Martial Academy aren't counting on your investment. Let me give you a piece of advice-go back to where you came from.

"Sending blind followers to jump off cliffs for you? That kind of thing comes back around. Keep it up, and you're messing with your own karma."

Quinton froze, then flew into a fury. He could not believe Rodney had not only refused but also had the nerve to lecture him in front of everyone. After all, he regarded Rodney as a second-rate martial arts heir-what gave that punk the confidence to talk down to him?

Before Quinton could respond, the Madblade Martial Academy group was already gone-clean, swift, and without a glance back.

Quinton was fuming, choking on his own frustration.

If this were any other time and place,

those nobodies would not have

dared ignore him. They would all be on their knees, groveling. Unfortunately for him, his priority was Andrew.

Taking down Andrew and securing the formulas for those two legendary medicines was the only thing that mattered.

Quinton took two deep breaths, trying to calm the fire boiling in his chest.

Then, he forced a grin and turned toward Dylan and Natasha

"Mr. Garner, Madam Vostokoff," he said, laying on the charm. "You two run Jayrodale's underground scene, live on the edge, dance with death. If you take care of this for me, the Wrights' investment goes fully to you no strings attached." noveldrama

Dylan's face stayed cold as ice. "Not interested."

Natasha did not even waste time with words. She gave a little sway of her hips and walked straight out.

Quinton slammed his fist into the table and roared, "Stop right there! What the hell is this supposed to mean?"

Natasha just said 'not interested' and walked off like it was nothing.

Quinton was absolutely fuming-he

was the heir of the Wrights.

gave these nobodies the

disrespect him like this?

Natasha glanced back with a smirk full of disdain and said, "It means 'fuck off'!"