Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 823

Chapter 823

Andrew’s smile was cold and menacing. “Mrs. Rhodes has given me full authority, so you’d all better do exactly as I say, or would one of you rather take Michael’s place and wear the lingerie yourselves?”

The lackeys turned pale, their lips trembling in fear. Andrew was currently in charge of all operations at Rhodes Corporation, and even Tiana had to tread carefully around him. If they defied him, they would not just be out of a job–they would be as good as blacklisted.

Under Andrew’s increasingly icy stare, the men exchanged looks, their gazes filled with silent agreement. It was every man for himself.

Gritting their teeth, they reluctantly began stripping Michael down. They removed his jacket, his shirt, then his shoes and socks. Soon, he was left in nothing but a pair of bright red boxers.

Andrew raised an eyebrow and turned to Lauren. “Does he always have a peculiar taste in underwear?”

Lauren wrinkled her nose in disgust. “I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Andrew looked back at the lackeys. “Keep going. Take the boxers off too.”

They swallowed hard, their faces twitching. “Mr. Lloyd, do we really have to go that far?”

Instead of answering, he just looked at them.

The stare was enough. Suppressing their horror, they silently removed Michael’s last piece of dignity. Then, moving as fast as possible, they dressed him in the lace lingerie he had brought for Shiloh.

Lauren and Shiloh had already left the studio by then. Neither of them wanted to witness something that horrifying.

Andrew, on the other hand, looked on with satisfaction.

Michael, sprawled out on the floor, was now wearing the delicate, revealing lingerie–his hairy legs and chest in full display, making him look downright grotesque. After a moment of thought, Andrew pulled out a small red pill and shoved it into Michael’s mouth.

Then, he called over the photographer. “I want a full photoshoot, and a short video too. Make sure it’s ultra–high- definition. Capture every single one of his most… expressive moments.”

The photographer glanced at the unconscious Michael before quickly averting his gaze. “Lord have mercy…”

Andrew frowned. “What? Are you supposed to be so holy that you’ve never seen such a scene?”

The photographer, a bearded man with long, greasy hair tied back in a ponytail, had the aura of an eccentric artist. Hearing Andrew’s question, he shook his head. “No, but I’m pretty religious.”

He added, “This scene is way too disturbing. I don’t think I can bring myself to do it. Just looking at him like that makes me want to throw up.”

Andrew crossed his arms. “That doesn’t add up. Aren’t artists and photographers who love this kind of weird, shocking stuff? As far as I know, the more bizarre and twisted something is, the more your kind loves capturing it.