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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2850

Summary for Chapter 2850: Rising from the Ashes (Andrew)

Summary of Chapter 2850 – A turning point in Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) by GoodNovel

Chapter 2850 immerses the reader in an emotional journey within the world of Rising from the Ashes (Andrew), written by GoodNovel. With the hallmarks of Romance literature, this chapter balances emotion, tension, and revelation. Perfect for readers seeking narrative depth and authentic human connections.

Andrew shook his head. "You can't handle me. But like I just said, I'm not interested in you."

The bartender, Gaia Evans, sneered. "What, you don't think I'm pretty?"

Andrew felt a headache coming on. "Lady, knock it off. I'm here waiting for someone. And have you looked in a mirror lately? Pretty? Women from this region have the shortest shelf life, and I don't need to explain that, do I? To be honest, compared to my ladies back home, you could be their grandmother!"

Gaia flew into a rage. "That comment really pisses me off, and when you piss me off, you'll die a horrible death in the City of Hope!"

Andrew sighed helplessly. "So what do you want?"

Gaia sneered. "I already told you. Tonight, you're coming with me. Let me screw you all night long, then we'll talk!"

Andrew almost laughed. "You rats never change. After all these years, you're still using the same old playbook! Back when I was running around the City of Hope, you pulled the same crap. When seduction doesn't work, you switch to threats and intimidation. The endgame is all the same, though, isn't it? Organ trafficking."

Gaia's expression finally changed. She stared at Andrew, her eyes cold and guarded.

She had not expected a stranger to see through her act so easily. Moreover, he also mentioned running around the City of Hope years ago.

Gaia instinctively sneered. "Pretty boy, seems like you really do know something. But taking you down would be way too easy for us."

She stepped back two paces and clapped her hands twice.

Immediately, the chaotic music in the bar came to an abrupt halt. In an instant, it went from deafening noise to dead silence, and dozens of eyes turned to glare at Andrew with murderous intent.

Andrew turned to look, his expression unchanged.

Two nearly seven-foot-tall bearded, bald brutes strode toward him, boxing Andrew in between them.

One of them said, "You shouldn't be starting trouble here. This ain't your home, and your fragile little ass will be split wide open in a night!"

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