Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2279

At 6 p.m., night had already fallen. Andrew drove his beat-up secondhand car with Aspen in the passenger seat, dressed in an evening gown with flawless makeup, as they headed for the Chetvine Grand Hall.

Tonight, Ezekiel was hosting a banquet there for Chetvine's high society.

Aspen laughed and asked, "Honey, how are we going to sneak in later? Chetvine's dinner parties are world-class events. We don't have invitations, so crashing the party doesn't seem right."

Andrew was completely nonchalant about it. "Crashing parties is standard. What's wrong with that? We'll play it by ear when we get there. If we don't have invitations, then we'll just get ourselves a couple."

Aspen made agreeable sounds and nodded excitedly. "Okay. Just thinking about meeting all those important people later makes this trip worthwhile."

Andrew completely understood her feelings.

Aspen came from a good background. She was the daughter of a prominent family from Bridgefields. If she had lived her whole life following the typical path and inheriting the family business, she definitely would not have lacked for fine food, clothing, or a luxurious lifestyle.

However, she had become Andrew's woman, and he had brought her to Chetvine. As the capital of Holtrien, Chetvine was where all the major power players and influential figures gathered.

Only now was Aspen truly getting her eyes opened to this world. This naturally gave her that mix of excitement and nervousness that comes from being a small-town girl entering the big city.

However, after Andrew dressed her up, her look was undeniable. With bright red lipstick and a wine-colored gown that trailed the floor, her curves stood out perfectly.

Then, he took Aspen's gloved hand and smiled at the foreigner, saying, "Sorry!"

The foreigner raised his middle finger, flipping him off. Andrew did not care at all and simply walked toward the packed Grand Hall with Aspen, who burst out laughing at the exchange.

Hundreds of reporters with all kinds of cameras and equipment had surrounded the Grand Hall's entrance so tightly that not even a fly could slip through.

Kyrie, a major general in the military, was responsible for maintaining order. He was currently dressed in a full military uniform with his cap on, looking quite impressive.

Facing the reporters, he raised his hand and coughed twice to clear his throat. "Fellow members of the press, tonight we have foreign guests arriving at the Grand Hall. I understand your feelings. You all want to see them and get interviews. But the timing isn't right yet, and as hosts, we should give our guests the time and freedom they deserve, don't you think?"