Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 669

Andrew had Marcus figured out by now. If he had to sum him up in one sentence, it would be—a closet hedonist, through and through.

The two were originally planning to head back to Rhodes Corporation together. However, before they could leave, Andrew's phone rang—it was Francesca.

"Andrew, where are you? Get to Moonlit Apothecary right now—Nyla's in critical condition!" Her voice was trembling, thick with panic and distress.

Andrew's face turned ice-cold. "What happened? Take a deep breath and tell me everything!"

Francesca broke down into sobs. "That hunchbacked bastard—Aspen's guy—the one she hired! He hit Nyla, Andrew! Please, hurry! The poison is spreading fast—I can't save her!"

Andrew did not waste another second. He hung up, slammed his foot on the gas, and tore through the streets toward Moonlit Apothecary.

If Francesca's description was right, Nyla had been struck by Gordon's Plaguebringer's Palm.

Andrew had survived it before because he was immune to toxins. However, Nyla was just an ordinary woman. Taking a hit from a peak senior grandmaster like Gordon and still being alive was already a miracle.

Nonetheless, Gordon had just signed his own death warrant.

Andrew's eyes burned with pure, lethal intent. It had been a long time since he wanted to kill someone this badly.

Aspen was on the list too. He had tolerated her games long enough. Now that she had come after his people, there was no longer any mercy left for her.

The moment his G-Wagon screeched to a halt outside Moonlit Apothecary, Andrew jumped out and stormed inside.

Francesca was sitting on the floor, cradling Nyla in her arms. Her face was streaked with tears, her expression a mix of helplessness and despair. She had tried to neutralize the poison, but even touching Nyla's skin made her hands sting.

Plaguebringer's Palm—a poison so deadly that even minor contact could spread it.

"Fran, move!" Andrew quickly took Nyla from Francesca's arms and carefully laid her on the bed.

Pulling her collar aside, he saw the blackened imprint of a palm on her shoulder. Tendrils of dark poison had already spread outward, creeping through her veins.