Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

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Chapter 1396 Malcolm made a few more attempts to persuade Andrew to take on an honorary role at Blumedale Hospital. However, the latter remained firmly disinterested, so all he could do was force a bitter smile and let it go. After leaving Blumedale Hospital, Andrew planned to make a stop at the Wright estate. The whole sworn brotherhood thing with Kevin had always felt a bit theatrical, but it was not a total loss-after all, the Wrights were eager to build ties with him.

Andrew did not mind playing along a little either, since both sides understood perfectly that it was all for show; when real trouble came knocking, no one was going to risk their neck for the other. Just as Andrew was about to get in his Ferrari, a military vehicle screeched to a halt beside it. Leaning against the door was a female officer with a bob cut, looking ---- down at him from above. "Are you Andrew Lloyd, the one who just won the Grand Medical Summit?" she asked coldly.

Andrew answered calmly, "And what if I am?" The officer flashed her badge-she was a major-and ordered him like a superior, "Nothing serious. I just need you to come with me." Andrew replied flatly, "Not interested." Her face darkened, and her voice turned frosty. "Andrew, don't be ungrateful. This isn't coming from me- it's from Ms. Phelan!" Andrew raised a brow, unmoved. "Ms. Phelan? You mean Luna?" The officer, Leslie Terrell, snapped, "Watch your mouth, rookie!

You don't get to call her by name. You will address her as Ms. Phelan!" Andrew nodded politely. "Sure thing, Luna." Leslie nearly lost it. "Do you really think winning the ---- Grand Medical Summit means you're untouchable now, huh? Let me be blunt-being summoned by Ms. Phelan is the greatest honor you'll ever receive in your miserable life! "Do you think someone like you is worthy of a personal invitation from a military major general? Ms.

Phelan isn't just any general-she's the youngest and most decorated war hero in all of Holtrien!" When Leslie spoke about Luna's accomplishments, her pride was overflowing. In contrast, her gaze toward Andrew was nothing but disdain and contempt. Andrew chuckled. "Whatever she's achieved has nothing to do with me.

I don't care if she's a major general or the commander of an entire war zone-I wouldn't even glance in her direction. He finished speaking and did not bother wasting another second, getting in his car and preparing to leave. Holtrien's youngest general? Andrew almost laughed. If he remembered correctly, he was the one who held that record. Leslie shouted, "Andrew, do you really think Ms. Phelan wants to meet you because she needs something from you? She's trying to protect you!

Don't you realize your life is hanging by a thread right now?" She shouted, "Mr. Rafael Driscoll has hired the number three assassin from the Underground Index- Grand Viper! If Grand Viper has locked onto you, and Ms. Phelan doesn't intervene, you're as good as dead!" Andrew's response was the roar of his Ferrari's engine as he floored the gas and sped off into the distance. Leslie was furious.

She cursed and jumped back in her vehicle, ready to give chase-only to realize her car did not stand a chance against his Ferrari. "You bastard! If you want to die that badly, don't blame Ms. Phelan for letting it happen!" In frustration, she slammed her fist against the steering wheel, then made a sharp U-turn and headed toward the Phelan estate. ---- About 20 minutes later, Andrew's car pulled up to the gates of the Wright estate.

The guard at the booth recognized the car and immediately raised the gate while radioing the estate. "Mre Wright, Dr. Lloyd is at our gate." Hearing this, Kevin rushed outside in excitement. Yara and Quinton were home as well, and Kevin called them to join him in greeting Andrew. "My man! I knew someone important was visiting-my eyelid's been twitching all day!" Kevin said

cheerfully as he opened the car door himself. "Didn't expect it to be you, though!" Andrew stepped out with a smirk.

"Kevin, isn't an eyelid twitch usually a bad omen? If you say it means an honored guest is coming, are you hinting that I'm the Wrights' bad luck charm" Kevin froze in panic and almost slapped himself across the face. "Hell no! You're hilarious, Andy! Please, come in!" ---- He turned to his kids. "Quinton, go make some tea for Uncle Andrew! Yara, hurry and prep some snacks to go with his drink!" Quinton said nothing, his face was still bruised and swollen.

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