Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1094

Late at night at the Golding family estate, the massive mansion blazed with lights from top to bottom. Strangely, though, the entire place was dead silent, not a single person in sight. Only the grand hall was occupied—several figures stood beneath the towering chandeliers.

At the center sat Richard, head of the Golding family, high on the main seat with an icy expression carved into his face.

The butler stepped forward and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Sir, there's an update on the bounty."

Richard's eyes flickered. He growled, "Well? Where's Andrew's head?"

The butler's face twisted slightly. "We didn't recover Andrew's head, sir… but three members of the assassin group were found dead at the villa. We believe it was Andrew's residence here, but by the time our men arrived, the place had already been cleaned out."

The flicker of satisfaction in Richard's eyes disappeared, replaced with pure disgust. He hissed, "How useless."

Knowing his place, the butler backed away quickly without another word.

Richard's foul mood darkened further as his bloodshot eyes swept across the room. There was Elon, his eldest son—slumped, broken, a hollow shell of himself.

Kenny and Sherilyn were on their knees in the center of the hall, begging for mercy over and over again.

Richard stood and stalked toward Elon, his voice cold and sharp. "You're acting like the world is ending. Over what? Some little scandal?"

Elon's lips trembled. "Dad, you're right to be angry. But I never imagined I'd marry someone so filthy and shameless. She's disgraced the entire Golding name."

Richard snorted. "You should reflect on why you brought that kind of woman into this family. But as a Golding, you need to understand that this sort of humiliation is nothing. You're expected to rise above it. Now, I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself."

Elon looked up. "Huh?"

Richard grinned cruelly and tossed a dagger at Elon's feet. "Go kill the woman who disgraced our family."

Elon, already pale, went ghost white.

Richard's tone turned even colder. "Think hard. Either you do it yourself, or someone else will—because, at this point, your role as the heir means nothing. You freeze in crisis, you hesitate, you flinch. That's not a man fit to take over the Goldings.