Read Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Novel by Only For You Updated 2025 -26 - Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) Chapter 3373

Cormac turned to Andrew. “Andrew, about your earlier proposal to launch a surprise attack on the Three Empires’ allied forces… Asher and Atticus just finished explaining everything to me in detail. The way you’ve mapped it out—splitting up and striking from two directions—I think it has real potential. The question is, when do we move?”

Andrew replied calmly, “Tonight, after dark. We don’t need a large force for this. Take five hundred of your best men and circle around to the rear of their camp. On my side, I only need fifty.”

He continued, “We’ll push in from the flank—just enough to stir things up and make some noise. Under the cover of night, we’ll make it look like a full-scale assault. Set fires and cause as much destruction as possible.”

“That way, the Three Empires’ allied forces will panic and assume a massive army is attacking them. When they scramble to respond and focus on surrounding my side, we’ll already be ready to pull back.”

“With only fifty men, we can retreat anytime. And the moment we do, that’s your cue to charge in from the rear and wipe out their main camp.”

Andrew’s plan was airtight.

With each step he explained, Cormac and the others nodded in agreement.

By the time he finished outlining the final details, Cormac’s eyes were practically shining.

“No wonder you’re the leader of Holtrien’s legendary Iron Cavalry,” he praised. “You really know what you’re doing. Guillermo losing to you? Honestly, it makes perfect sense now. Not surprising at all.”

Andrew simply smiled at the compliment.

“Let’s each go prepare,” he said. “When night falls, we move.”

Cormac nodded eagerly. “Alright. Take some time to get a little rest too.”

Andrew immediately returned to his residence with Shiloh and Nyx.

As soon as he left, Jakob couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Mr. Cormac, Ms. Greene is no saint,” he said. “Her reputation in Holtrien’s martial world is terrible. And yet she’s Andrew’s woman? Are you sure about that?”

Cormac smiled. “We’re sure. But that’s Andrew’s private matter, and it’s not our place to interfere.”

Jakob snorted. “Andrew really is something else. He collects trouble like it’s a hobby. He’s already got that knockout foreigner on his arm, and now he’s pulled in Shiloh. That woman is basically a walking disaster. Isn’t he afraid she’ll kill him in his sleep?”

Cormac and Asher exchanged glances but said nothing, only smiling faintly.

Everyone in the room could see right through Jakob.

He was putting on a show of moral outrage, but his eyes told a completely different story. The envy was written all over his face.

The Greene family’s Saintess was dangerous—and not just anyone could handle a woman like her.

Shiloh’s strength, at the peak of the martial god level, completely overshadowed Jakob. On top of that, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Jakob wasn’t the only one feeling jealous.

Even Cormac and Asher felt a hint of envy.

They couldn’t help thinking that if they had managed to win a woman like her, their status in Holtrien and among the great families would have soared.

Unfortunately, Andrew had claimed the prize again.

Clearing his throat, Cormac said, “Mr. Miller, Asher, let’s start assigning the men for the raid. This is serious business. We can’t afford any mistakes.”

Jakob gave a short hum. “You two go ahead. I need to head into town to take care of something. I’ll be back in half an hour. Excuse me.”

With that, he stood and walked out.

Asher looked puzzled. “Cormac, what do you think Jakob meant by that?”

Cormac thought for a moment, then gave a sly smile. “Looks like he’s feeling restless and needs to blow off some steam. He sees Andrew enjoying life with a beauty in his arms, while he’s stuck here alone. So he’s going to find the next best thing.”

Asher, famously slow-witted within the Cavendish royal family, frowned. “What do you mean, the next best thing?”

Cormac raised an eyebrow. “You know… easy, no strings attached, cheap, and gets the job done. Asher, I’m serious—outside of training and fighting, you really need to wake up a little. Some conversations I genuinely can’t have with you.”

Asher pouted. “If you don’t explain it, I don’t want to know.”

Then he paused, something suddenly occurring to him.

“Half an hour, he said. That’s… kind of a short window, don’t you think?”

Cormac slapped his thigh and burst out laughing.

“Right? That’s exactly what I was thinking. The round trip alone is what—twenty-something minutes? Add in everything else… Asher, I hate to say it, but Jakob might have a bit of a problem in that department.”

Asher looked at him with genuine confusion. “How would you even know that?”

Cormac only laughed. “Don’t worry about how I know. I just know. Anyway… enough about Jakob. Let’s get moving and pick out our raid team.”