Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2291

"Don't worry, I'll handle the rest," Brielle said confidently.

She looked Aspen up and down, then nodded with approval. "She's got potential, and more importantly, she's absolutely gorgeous. Andrew, you've always had quite a bit of luck with women. I'd even say you've got it better than your playboy father ever did!"

Aspen's cheeks turned pink as she said politely, "I'm Aspen Stevens. It's a pleasure to meet you, Madam Baxter."

She already knew this woman was the owner of Chetvine Sovereign's Apothecary and a truly powerful figure behind the scenes.

Brielle nodded approvingly. "Alright then, we'll be heading out now. Tomorrow I'll deliver the Blackstar Crystal directly to you, Andrew."

Andrew did not say another word and headed back to the Lloyd family estate with Aspen.

…

Back at the Grand Hall, a completely different scene was unfolding. In the main lobby, Ezekiel's appearance had captured everyone's attention.

Countless eyes were focused on this heir to the Sorya Tristars Group empire. Guests also whispered among themselves.

"Handsome, wealthy, incredibly skilled in martial arts, absolutely talented, and his background is beyond reproach. Mr. Beckett is in a league of his own worldwide!"

"What makes it even better is that this corporate prince is supposedly looking to partner with some of Holtrien's most prestigious families."

"I wonder which family will get lucky. Whoever it is will definitely hit the jackpot!" another added.

Isabelle teased, "Come on, Mikayla. You're not just there to say hello. You want to get closer to Mr. Beckett, right? But look at the crowd, there are at least 25 ladies already circling him. Do you really think you have a shot?"

Mikayla snorted coldly. "I'm nothing like those shallow, attention-seeking women! Like I said, I'm just going to say hello so he doesn't think the Owens family is rude. Once I've greeted him properly, I'm leaving. I'm not going to grovel for his attention!"

"Okay then. I'll wait for you here!" Isabelle replied, though her face showed an amused expression.

Mikayla was clearly dying for Ezekiel to notice her, yet she was pretending she did not want to go downstairs. Women like that were just so fake and pretentious, and Isabelle definitely did not want to be like that.

Looking around with boredom, Isabelle muttered quietly to herself, "Andrew should have succeeded by now. That bastard even groped my chest. That rush of embarrassment… it actually felt kind of good. Honestly, it almost makes me want him to keep touching me. Could it be that deep down, I'm no different from Mikayla and the others? Cold on the surface but a slut inside?"

She quickly denied it and chuckled. "No way! I'm not like Mikayla. She hides it, but I say whatever I want. Next time, I'll just let Andrew keep going…"