Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2000

"It looks like the Driscoll family really spared no expense for you." Andrew observed with interest.

Scarlett felt more confident, and her arrogance swelled again. "What's wrong? Getting scared already now that we've just started fighting? Too bad it's already too late for regrets."

Her martial arts style followed a vicious path, with energy in the same dark category as Victoria's. However, Victoria's pure Pale Specter's energy, while Scarlett's was a murderous aura cultivated through killing.

The two were completely different in nature.

The pressure in the lobby of the Driscoll Corporation's first floor spiked, making the surrounding glass creak and rattle.

Scarlett attacked in a relentless storm, her clawed strikes aiming straight for Andrew's vital points. Unfortunately, even with her improved fighting power, she was still quite weak in Andrew's eyes.

Andrew pushed out with one palm, timing it perfectly to strike just as Scarlett's strength was exhausted.

She immediately let out a muffled grunt and could not help but slide backward, feeling both shocked and furious that this little bastard had also improved his abilities. Though she had grown stronger, it seemed like Andrew had become more powerful, too.

Her heart started pounding wildly with growing unease and fear.

Andrew did not give her time to dwell on it. He moved with wide, open strikes, launching his Inferno Strike straight at her. The scorching heat in his palm made her relive that same life-or-death terror she had felt before.

The memory of that technique weighed on her like a curse. Snarling, she met him head-on, but as expected, her hand felt like it had been plunged into fire. The bones shifted under the impact, and she let out a scream as her body was hurled across the hall.

Andrew gave a cold snort and stepped forward, his figure blurring as he leapt high and swung a brutal whip kick toward her head.

Scarlett instinctively curled up and screamed, "Mr. Gurney, are you just going to stand there? If I die here, have you thought about how my dad will react?"

This was her way of pressuring Franklin. If he had seen enough, he needed to step in and help. Otherwise, if something happened to her, Maurice definitely would not let him off the hook.

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