Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1839

The black luxury car sped out of Goldridge City and finally came to a stop in front of a secluded villa on the southern bank of the Moonveil River.

Scarlett pulled her fur coat tighter around her shoulders and stepped out slowly. In front of the villa, rings of black-suited bodyguards stood layered in formation, and every single one had bulging temples and the aura of a trained killer.

Even Andrew would have thought twice before charging into that kind of formation.

"Ms. Driscoll, this way please," said a man at the entrance, his sleeve tied with a red ribbon. "Mr. Fischer and the other heads of house are already inside."

Scarlett nodded in acknowledgment. The red ribbon was a long-standing emblem of the Fischer family's elite guard.

Inside the first-floor hall, Scarlett entered to find over a dozen individuals already seated in silence.

The hall was completely quiet with no one speaking, and the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.

By the floor-to-ceiling windows, Henry stood with his hands in his pockets, gazing at the scenery outside. He slowly turned around and nodded to Scarlett. "Have a seat. Let's get down to business."

Facing Henry, Scarlett did not dare put on airs and said obediently, "I'll follow your lead completely, Mr. Fischer!"

Henry sat in the chair by the fireplace, crossed his legs, and said calmly, "Though I'm of the same generation as Mr. Driscoll Senior, the Fischer family has many brothers. I'm actually only three years older than you, Ms. Driscoll, so you don't need to be so formal."

Scarlett took her seat and asked, "So, Mr. Fischer… Are we really doing it tonight?"

Henry waved his hand. "No need to wait for tomorrow. We will act tonight."

Scarlett's eyes widened. "Tonight?"

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