Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1137

"Dr. Lake, if you want to add more, go ahead," Richard replied coldly over the phone. "Money talks—and the more you offer, the faster that punk dies."

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"Andrew, going up against Mosby brings you nothing but trouble," Chantelle said with a frown as they drove.

Andrew's tone turned sharp. "He's the one who keeps provoking me—I didn't ask for this."

Chantelle shook her head. "Even so, you should've handled it with more discretion. Mosby's been in Blumedale for years. His connections, his influence—you can't just sweep that aside.

"Even if you want to challenge his reputation in the medical field, it doesn't have to happen overnight."

Andrew scoffed. "Mosby? A respected authority? Let me be blunt, Ms. Garcia—you won't believe me, but to me, Mosby's just another loudmouthed nobody."

Chantelle blinked, then let out a laugh, though it was laced with anger. "You're right. I don't believe you."

Sure, Andrew had performed brilliantly today by saving George, and it was indeed an impressive feat. However, to disregard Mosby altogether after just one success?

To her, that was not confidence—it was arrogance. He was bound to crash and burn at this rate.

"This isn't the route back to the government office, is it?" Andrew asked, glancing at her sideways with a knowing smile. "Don't tell me you've forgotten—we're supposed to be heading to my place."

Chantelle slammed on the brakes right there in the middle of traffic. Ignoring the honking horns and shouting from surrounding drivers, she turned and glared at him coldly. "You seriously still want to see my body?"

Andrew shook his head. "No. I have zero interest in your body. I just want you to honor your word. A bet's a bet. You lost—so keep up your end of the deal."

Chantelle gritted her teeth. "Andrew, do you have any idea how badly I want to kill you right now?"