Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2958

The others quickly followed and said they had no objections as well.

Soon, Franz took Juno, Knox, and Petra to handle the affairs of Warwick City. They had just taken control, and there were still many problems to deal with.

Nyx smiled and said to Andrew, "You and Mr. Lloyd Senior are the same kind of people. No matter how hard the problem looks, it always seems simple in your eyes."

Andrew smiled and replied, "It's not really that hard. You're just not interested in this kind of thing."

Nyx snorted, clearly unconvinced. "No, I've actually always been interested in this. Back when I was at court, I was forced to study warfare. But for some reason, I just couldn't learn it. Still, Andrew, what was with that smile on your face? Were you looking down on me?"

Andrew waved his hands quickly. "I wouldn't dare! Nyx, you've been smiling a lot more lately."

Nyx blushed and tried to look serious. "Do you think that's an appropriate thing to say? Andrew, don't forget our relationship. To some extent, I'm your senior. I can serve under you because you're working for everyone's benefit. But you can't get too… personal with me."

Andrew's grin grew wider. "Like what?"

Nyx gritted her teeth. "Like those perverted looks you give me."

Andrew was speechless, and he wondered if he actually looked like a pervert.

Putting on a serious expression, he said, "Nyx, we need to make a trip to Storm City. Let's see if we can catch a lucky break."

Nyx nodded. "Andrew, whether we succeed or not, you have my thanks."

Andrew smiled. "With our relationship, there's no need for thanks. Of course, if you insist on thanking me, I guess that's fine too. I suggest you just offer yourself to me; quick and simple!"

Nyx's momentary feelings of gratitude immediately turned cold. "What did you say?"

Andrew laughed heartily and turned to leave. "What did I say? Huh? Did I say something? I don't think so! Come on, we should get going to Storm City!"

Nyx followed, suppressing a smile as she thought, 'What a perverted fool! All talk, no game.'