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Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3157

Iridessa laughed bitterly. “You don’t need to put on an act. I’m telling you—it was because of you that my mother died heartbroken. She’s no longer Eastonia’s Imperial Consort. Everything ended long ago.”

Andrew fell silent for a moment before asking quietly, “Is it really as Vance said? That your mother was dethroned by the Emperor… and executed?”

“What else could it have been?” Iridessa’s voice trembled with suppressed grief. “A big reason I wanted to kill you was to avenge my mother. Andrew, you’re nothing but a scoundrel.”

Andrew snorted coldly. “About what happened back then, all I can say is this—I know nothing about her death. Your mother was a good woman. Thanks to her, I was able to escape from the Eastonia royal family.”

He paused, then added flatly, “As for the Emperor… he was unimpressive, at least in my eyes. Nothing ever happened between your mother and me. Executing his own wife like that? I honestly wondered if something was wrong with his head.”

Iridessa sneered. “At this point, do you really think I’d believe you? My mother was taken away because of you. With her beauty, would you truly have let her go?”

Andrew rolled his eyes. “Who are you looking down on? You’re tempting enough, and I still let you go.”

Iridessa’s face flushed crimson as she ground her teeth. “After what you just did, you call that letting me go?”

Nyx sensed something was wrong and frowned. “What happened between you two just now? Honey, did you—”

Andrew cut her off without changing expression. “What are you thinking? She came to assassinate me. I subdued her. That’s all. Anything else is in your imagination. Nothing happened.”

He turned back to Iridessa, his tone firm. “You should leave. But let me make this clear—I’m not sparing you out of guilt. It’s only because your mother once helped me. By letting you live, I’ve repaid that debt. There won’t be a next time.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Andrew struck her back with his palm.

In an instant, her sealed meridians opened, and her martial power surged back. Iridessa instinctively wanted to fight, but the coldness in his gaze made her heart shudder. She knew that resisting now would mean certain death.

Gritting her teeth, she shot him a hateful look, then flipped over the balcony and vanished into the night.

Nyx remained frowning. “Honey, with your strength, it should’ve been impossible for her to get close. And it’s strange—I shouldn’t have slept so deeply just now.”

Still muttering, she walked into the bedroom to check. Her eyes immediately landed on a piece of burned-out incense.

She sneered. “Iridessa really lives up to her reputation as a top covert artist. She even used this.” Then she glanced back at Andrew. “According to what she said, you had some connection with Eastonia’s former Imperial Consort?”

Seeing Nyx’s suspicious look, Andrew could only smile bitterly. “Don’t overthink it. She really was a gentle woman. But nothing ever happened between us. Besides, she was over thirty years older than me—about the same age as my dad.”

Nyx clearly didn’t believe him. “Then why would she help you escape for no reason?”

Andrew replied helplessly, “Because your former boss—my dad—once had a… memorable encounter with her. Out of respect for him, she helped me.”

Nyx froze for a second, then suddenly understood. She smiled sweetly. “Alright. I’ll believe you.”

Suddenly, she let out a sharp scream.

Andrew winced. “What now?”

Nyx pointed straight at him. “Honey, you haven’t been wearing any clothes this whole time! Doesn’t that mean Iridessa saw everything?”

Andrew froze.

It was true—but at this point, it hardly mattered. After all, far more than that had already happened.

Thinking back to how perfectly Iridessa had disguised herself as Nyx, how intimate the situation had become, Andrew couldn’t help but smile bitterly. He couldn’t understand why she had added such an extreme step to her assassination plan.

Maybe she wanted him to completely lower his guard.

But when he truly had… why didn’t she strike?

What Andrew didn’t know was that it wasn’t that Iridessa didn’t want to act.

It was that, as someone experiencing intimacy for the first time, the impact had been overwhelming—leaving her mind in chaos, her body powerless, and her mission utterly forgotten. By the time she regained her clarity, she planned to draw him even deeper, then make her move.

But before anything could begin, she had already been exposed.

It could only be said—fate was cruel.