Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

Quinton said firmly. "Don't worry. Dr. Lake is already on the way. Your mom and Leroy will be okay."

Christina looked at her family, broken and bleeding on the floor, and fury surged through her chest. She said coldly, "I don't blame you for this, but the fact remains —these people attacked us out of nowhere. There has to be consequences."

Quinton spun around and slapped Davon hard across the face twice.

Davon hit the floor, blood pouring from his nose and lips as he screamed in pain. Even so, he did not dare fight back, not against Quinton.

However, with venom in his voice, he growled, "Andrew, you bastard! This isn't over!"

Seth's eye twitched.

Quinton was the most respected heir in the capital among the Five Apex Families. Seth was not even close to his level, so all he could do was force a smile and mutter, "Quinton, I take full responsibility for this mess. I'll personally make it right with this young lady."

Quinton snorted. "There's only one way you make it right. Go take care of Andrew -now. I saw him downstairs in the lobby earlier, yet here you are, ganging up on a woman and her family. Seth, do you even realize how stupid you look right now?"

The scolding hit like a slap to the face.

Seth's expression turned red with shame and humiliation, but he forced out a vicious promise. "Don't worry, Quinton. I'll go after him immediately. This city's only so big-there's no way he escapes the Haywoods' grasp."

Quinton nodded. "Good. Then move fast, and don't forget to cripple him. Leave nothing behind."

Seth gritted his teeth and said, "Just for the chance to make this up to you, I swear I'll ruin that bastard and bring you his head if I have to."

He stormed out of the hotel with his men, fanning out in every direction to hunt Andrew down. The way they had marched in like kings was nothing compared to the pathetic retreat they now made.

Christina frowned. "Quinton, do you really think Seth can take Andrew down?"

Quinton chuckled with disdain. "Not a chance in hell. That punk's no match for Andrew-even if he does find him, he'll just be walking into his own funeral."

Even he had been burned by Andrew before.

If Quinton could not deal with him cleanly, Seth sure as hell could not.

Christina's brow tightened even more. "Then why did you push him to go?"

Quinton stood at the window,

looking out over the city with a cold,noveldrama

calculating gaze. "First of

all-Andrew deserves to die. Second-this entire thing was clearly a trap. He lured Seth here on purpose to send a brutal message to your family. And lastly-if Seth's dumb enough to volunteer as bait, why not let him? If he dies, that's his problem. All I need is for him to find Andrew."

Christina's expression darkened as well. Her voice dropped low. "I didn't think Andrew would go this far, dragging my mom and Leroy into this? He's not even human!"

Quinton tilted his head, half amused, half intrigued. "So tell me, Christie... are you really over him now?"

Christina's tone was icy. "There's no pain greater than being completely disillusioned. He rejected me, and now he wants to destroy me, but he can't. He'll only make me stronger. I can feel it-the day I crush him under my heel is coming soon."

Quinton burst into laughter. "Not often you meet a woman with that kind of fire!

Christie you've got this."