Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2634

The last time Andrew came to Martial Tower, it was to duel with Wilder from the Murphy family. Now he stepped into the same arena once again, but this time, his opponent was someone else: Conrad.

Isabelle, Valerie, and Eric all walked into the arena room to watch the battle.

"Conrad, I hope you win!" Isabelle said seriously, her eyes locked on him.

But then her gaze shifted toward Andrew. She turned her head back to Conrad. "Actually, Conrad… Sorry, but you should probably kneel and admit defeat now."

Conrad, who had been meditating with his eyes closed to steady his energy, opened them in irritation. Her words had thrown off his focus.

He glanced at Isabelle and scoffed. "I'm afraid that I'm going to disappoint you."

Isabelle pouted. "Whatever. I'm supporting Andrew."

Valerie said, "I'm supporting you too, Andrew."

Isabelle sneered. "No need. There aren't many decent people in the Reyes family anyway. You should cheer for Conrad. Andrew already has me on his side."

Valerie snapped back, "Why don't you go home first and let those two lumps on your chest grow bigger before talking about this? I'm going to support Andrew. I can support whoever I want."

Isabelle's anger immediately flared. "Valerie, you just have slightly bigger boobs than I do, that's all! Big boobs, empty head… That's exactly what they say about women like you. Why don't you have the guts to let Andrew touch them if you're so proud?"

Valerie's face turned red with anger. "Isabelle, are you insane? Why don't you let him touch yours, huh?"

Isabelle blushed hard but lifted her chin. "That's not something you need to know. All I'll say is… I've gotten more from him than you have."

Valerie's face darkened, her expression twisting between irritation and doubt.

The man's face turned red, but he stood his ground. "Sir, there are a lot of big names in Chetvine offering serious money for a live broadcast. Our company also has powerful backers. All you need to do is fight; we're only here to stream it. It won't bother you."

Conrad's patience snapped; he was about to tell them to get the hell out or throw them out himself when Andrew grinned and waved them over. "Hey, guys, come here."

The crew brightened up and hurried over to Andrew's side with their equipment, eager to please.

Valerie and the others watched curiously.

Andrew looked at the crew and asked, "So how much are those Chetvine bigshots paying for this stream?"

The man hesitated before raising one hand. "About 500 million."