Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1027

Ruth was breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly from the long-haired man's teasing touch. Still, she looked thrilled.

After punching his chest a few times in mock protest, she giggled and purred, "You're the one who made the restaurant rules, remember? No violence on the premises. If we go after that punk now, aren't we just ruining our own reputation?"

The long-haired man scoffed. "Those rules were made for others to follow, not me."

Ruth laughed seductively, pressing her chest against him with a flirtatious smirk as they linked arms and headed downstairs.

The moment they appeared, every guest in the restaurant stood up, rushing to greet them respectfully. The long-haired man returned each nod with a warm smile, walking with effortless dominance, radiating presence.

Ruth, however, wore a wicked smile. Now that her man was involved, that little punk Andrew? He was dead meat.

Someone exclaimed, "Look, look! Mr. Fischer's heading toward the private room! That kid's screwed!"

"For Mr. Fischer to make a personal move—damn, that punk must've really crossed a line!"

Another whispered, "Mr. Fischer isn't just anyone. He's one of the top figures in the southern martial arts world, a direct disciple of the martial arts alliance, and ranked ninth on the Underworld Index. He could end that kid with a glance!"

"He doesn't even need to lift a finger. One breath from Mr. Fischer would send that punk into cardiac arrest!"

The entire restaurant had stopped eating. One by one, guests either stepped out of their private rooms or leaned over balconies, all eager to watch the drama unfold.

Ruth arrived at the suite door and barked, "Open up! Get the hell out here!"

However, the door remained closed, and Andrew's calm voice drifted through. "Who's out there barking like a dog?"

Ruth trembled with fury, nearly choking on her rage. She turned to Zachary with wide, wounded eyes. "You see this? Do you see how arrogant that punk is?"

Zachary narrowed his eyes, lips curling into a dangerous smile. He had not expected anyone to talk like that in front of him.

"Open the door. I'll give you one chance. Come out on your knees and apologize to Ruth," he said, his tone low, heavy with threat.