Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1656

Shiloh gave Andrew a discreet thumbs up. "Andrew, you're really something now!"

Andrew smiled faintly but didn't say anything in response.

Aspen turned to glance at Christina hurrying away, biting her lip as a complex expression flickered through her eyes.

Lauren chuckled softly, "What's wrong, Aspen? Feeling sorry for her?"

Aspen shook her head with a forced smile. "I'm pretty ruthless. I don't have room for sympathy. I just never expected she'd actually start from the bottom as a server and work her way up step by step."

Francesca suggested gently, "Aspen, maybe you should go talk to Ms. Christina privately? After all, you two were once like sisters!"

Aspen hesitated for a moment before declining, "No, I'd better not go over there. If I do, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and might remember what happened back then and say something cruel to her."'

The food arrived, and everyone began eating.

Shiloh ate incredibly fast but maintained perfect table manners throughout. Despite being a lady, and an ageless, mystical one at that, every movement she made carried an invisible charm.

Seeing how happily she was eating, no one bothered to interrupt her.

After wiping her mouth, Shiloh set down her fork and looked at Andrew with a serious expression.

Andrew was puzzled, "What's wrong? Don't you like the food?"

Shiloh shook her head and glanced in a certain direction. "Over there… someone's got their eye on you."

Andrew followed her gaze to see a man in a leather jacket sitting by the window on the other side of the restaurant, head down as he ate.

Even from a distance, Andrew could make out the man's thick beard covering most of his face.

So, he left the table and headed into the men's restroom. His purpose, of course, was to lure the enemy into his trap.

Just as Andrew had anticipated, the moment he left his seat and walked toward the restroom, the bearded man in the leather jacket stood up. He casually wiped his mouth with a napkin, pretending nothing was amiss.

His phone was still playing a livestream of an adorable lady singing, and he watched with a sleazy smile as he casually followed after Andrew. Anyone looking at him would have thought he was a perverted weirdo in a heartbeat.

The moment he entered the men's restroom, the bearded man's perverted expression vanished completely. In its place was a gold-toothed grin that was particularly menacing.

He reached toward his waistband without hesitation. Out came a short, thick piece of hardware—his signature Golden Desert Eagle.

He raised it with one hand and aimed straight for the back of Andrew's head. "Goodbye!"

The sound of the gunshot exploded through the restroom.