Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1866

Henry brought Andrew to a private villa nestled on Mount Zircon in Goldridge. It was a luxury estate perched in one of the city's most exclusive areas.

"Nice place!" Andrew commented with genuine appreciation.

His eyes swept the area and spotted the creepy Eric. The guy was dressed in flowing teal robes with wide sleeves, and his long hair covered half of his feminine features. Anyone who did not know better would think he was in the middle of a costume play shoot.

"Have a seat!" Henry's expression remained neutral as he politely gestured for Andrew to sit down.

Andrew took a seat and said bluntly, "Mr. Fischer, after all this chaos, you might as well just tell me what exactly you are after."

Henry walked over to the wine cabinet and poured two glasses of red wine. He offered one of the glasses to Andrew, but the latter shook his head, indicating he was afraid it might be poisoned and refused to drink.

Henry did not seem bothered and simply handed the glass to Eric instead.

Eric took it and gave Andrew a cold look before tilting his head back and downing the entire glass in one gulp.

Andrew raised an eyebrow, surprised that Eric had such a strong tolerance for alcohol. While red wine was not as strong as hard liquor, chugging it down like water was still pretty unusual.

Henry's tall frame stood by the floor-to-ceiling window like a statue. He seemed to enjoy holding conversations near windows.

He said, "Andrew, I won't beat around the bush. I really admire you! So, I want you to work for me. Don't be quick to refuse. Since you've fallen into my hands, refusing isn't an option."

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