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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 2759

Brielle spoke with heartfelt relief. “Jerome, I’m truly grateful for how you raised him. And Andrew’s charm is something ordinary people simply can’t compete with. Whether he was dealing with me or with peers like Eric, he always handled everything flawlessly and won everyone over.”

Jerome nodded in full agreement. “That’s right. Andy’s charisma is undeniable. He has the natural presence of a leader.”

Those words made the two chiefs of the Lloyd family beam with pride. The Lloyd family’s Dragon Prince was, in many ways, the family’s defining symbol.

Now that Andrew was already the internal choice to succeed the Lloyd royal family as the next patriarch, praise like this was exactly what they loved to hear. It felt as though their faces shone right along with his.

“Mr. Thornton, Madam Baxter, please join us for a drink,” one of the chiefs said cheerfully, raising his glass.

Brielle and Jerome hurried to return the gesture. The atmosphere grew warmer and more lively. As time passed, Amari arrived with Madeline. By then, most of Andrew’s close friends and family were already present.

Donovan stayed away out of consideration for his status. If he showed up in person, none of the younger Lloyds would dare relax. While Andrew’s side was filled with laughter and clinking glasses, another group quietly entered Chetvine at dusk.

More than a dozen luxury cars drove down the long street, crossed the entire town, and finally stopped in front of an unremarkable manor on the outskirts. This was Guillermo’s private estate. The moment the lead car came to a halt, the men waiting outside stepped forward and opened the door with deep respect.

“Sir, welcome to Chetvine!”

A tall man with snow-white hair stepped out, his expression cold as ice. “Where’s Guillermo?”

The man who had opened the door was no ordinary subordinate. It was Lorenzo, Guillermo’s right-hand man. Yet in front of this white-haired figure, Lorenzo felt insignificant and trembled with fear.

“Sir, Mr. Vazquez is inside waiting for you,” he replied.

The white-haired man strode toward the manor with long, heavy steps and let out a mocking laugh. “Guillermo really thinks highly of himself. I’ve come to discuss major matters, yet he still has time to hide inside.”

Jose, standing by the entrance, quickly stepped forward to explain. “Sir, you’ve misunderstood. Mr. Vazquez isn’t intentionally avoiding you. He’s currently entertaining guests who arrived earlier.”

The white-haired man’s sneer deepened. “So you’re saying Mr. Vazquez thinks those guests outrank me?”

The question sent Jose into a panic. “No, that’s not what I meant—”

The white-haired man shoved him aside with one hand. “Move. You should know I hate it when someone stands in my way. Guillermo, get your ass out here. I’ve arrived.”

He stepped into the manor, his shout completely dominating the scene. Jose, though only lightly pushed, felt the sting sharply. The injury wasn’t physical—the humiliation was. Yet even someone as proud as Jose, someone only a step away from becoming a martial god, didn’t dare show anger in front of this man.

That was because the white-haired figure was one of the most powerful leaders and strongest warriors in Holtrien.

He was Julius Bowen—the infamous and merciless leader of the Divine Alchemists, a true, battle-hardened martial god. Compared to him, Jose was nothing.

Lorenzo quickly walked over and stood beside Jose, whispering, “Forget it. Mr. Bowen is Mr. Vazquez’s honored guest. Not even Mr. Vazquez would dare offend him.”

Jose’s expression darkened, though he kept his head lowered. In a voice barely above a murmur, he said, “Don’t worry. I’m not stupid enough to challenge him over something this small. But once I reach the martial god level, I’ll make sure to settle today’s score with this so-called mighty Mr. Bowen.”

Lorenzo only shook his head. He didn’t argue, but he didn’t believe it for a second. Julius wasn’t just any martial god. He had reached that level years ago and had long surpassed the ordinary standard. Unless something truly unexpected happened, Jose would spend the rest of his life showing Bowen respect.