Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 903

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Chapter 903

Chapter 903

Night had already fallen in Jayrodale, and Andrew was just about to leave West End when Natasha smirked and said, “Darling, that old dog Kenny couldn’t hold back any longer. Looks like he’s trying to reach you again.”

Andrew took the phone from her hand and answered the call. “Mr. Kenny, it’s late at night–shouldn’t you be in bed? What do you want?”

Kenny’s voice was cold. “Andrew, don’t get cocky. Tell me, did you take down Phantom Eye?”

Andrew chuckled. “Do you even need to ask? Of course, he was. Not gonna lie, that guy’s sharing a cell with Michael right now.”

Kenny let out a sharp laugh. “You sure like to talk big. Do you even know what kind of powerhouse Phantom Eye is? Who the hell do you think you are? You actually think you took him down? You must be dreaming before you’ve even gotten into bed.”

Andrew smirked. “So, you don’t believe me, huh, old dog?”

Kenny’s tone turned even more sinister. “Beliève you? I wouldn’t believe a single word out of your mouth. I’m not here to waste time with you. Are you letting Michael go or not?”

Andrew spoke calmly. “I’ve already told you my conditions. As long as you swear not to threaten or make a move against the Jameson family head, I’ll let him go.”

Kenny gritted his teeth. “All this for that little whore Lauren? Have you ever thought about what you’re doing? You’re playing with fire, and you’re gonna burn yourself alive!”

Andrew’s expression darkened. “This isn’t just about Lauren. First of all, I have no intention of letting that scumbag Michael walk free. And second, Lauren is my woman. If she’s in trouble, of course, I’ll step in.”

Kenny sneered. “Alright, you asked for this. You little bastard, I’ll be heading to Jayrodale tomorrow morning with my son–in–law. By then, your own family will be preparing a funeral feast for you!”

Andrew scoffed. “Even if you bring in the Golding family, they mean nothing to me. But if you push too far, then I’ll make sure you take Michael’s corpse home with you.”

Kenny nearly choked on his own rage, the anger lodging in his chest like a boulder. “Fine! Don’t do anything stupid. I’ll be in Jayrodale tomorrow to negotiate in person.

“As long as Michael is still breathing, we can talk about anything. But you better remember–if he’s dead, I’ll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life!”

For once, Kenny did not waste another word. He simply hung up the call, firm and decisive.