Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2801

It turned out that Guillermo's calm and unhurried attitude earlier was not because he did not want to kill Reginald and Andrew. He had no way to do it, so he pretended he did not care.

Now all that frustration and resentment burst out at once.

Lorenzo finally realized Guillermo might have felt even more trapped and miserable than he did. He glanced around and weakly asked, "Mr. Vazquez, where are Reginald and the others?"

Guillermo said coldly, "Still fighting. Julius completely lost it and won't stop until Reginald is dead, but I know it's over. Reginald's strength was far more terrifying than I ever expected. He's already in his prime."

As he spoke, Guillermo suddenly crushed the communicator in his hand with a loud snap, his face twisted with anger.

Right before Lorenzo rushed over, Guillermo had already received a message from Jose, who was guarding Chetvine.

"Mr. Vazquez, Nigel Montague from the Lloyd royal family just left Chetvine with his entire division. My suggestion is for you to retreat first and avoid crossing him. Nigel is a full-on maniac, and I'm afraid he might come after you."

Those were Jose's exact words, and he could barely get them out.

Guillermo knew very well that Jose, his most trusted right-hand man, was panicking.

Guillermo snapped, "Shut up! Complaining right now is pointless, and it only annoys me. Honestly, the Cunningham family and the Harding family being useless was already bad enough. But even you turned out to be worthless, and I actually expected you to finish Andrew during this hunt."

With a mocking glance at Lorenzo's severed arm, Guillermo sneered, "Looks like you didn't learn anything from that lesson at the Advanced Medical Institute. I wouldn't think you're useless if you failed to kill Andrew. But you didn't just fail, you lost an arm to him. All I can say is, Lorenzo, you've disappointed me deeply. Or maybe I expected too much, and you were always just a mediocre fool who could never stand on his own."

Lorenzo's face turned red as he swallowed his anger. Shame and fury hit him so hard his chest felt like it might explode.

He growled, "That little bastard might still be alive right now, but he's as good as dead!"