Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

Meanwhile, Quinton's face twisted in fury as he gritted his teeth, nearly shouting, "Mr. Golding Senior, you've completely lost your judgment! That guy from Supreme Capital Group? He is Andrew Lloyd from Jayrodale-the owner of

Moonlit Apothecary.

"Everything that happened to Elon in Jayrodale, and even the humiliation Winston suffered there—every last bit of it was thanks to that bastard! He's the exact same man your family's bounty was targeting. That's the guy!"

Richard's eyes burned with rage as he roared, "Quinton, are you absolutely certain about what you're saying?"

Quinton shouted right back, "Dead serious! Every damn word! If I'm lying, do whatever you want to me, Mr. Golding Senior-hell, if you want to kill me right now, I won't fight it!"

Richard stumbled a step, barely staying on his feet as disbelief crashed over him. "So, that little punk was lying to me from the very start? He didn't just steal my money—he fooled my heart, tricked my trust?"

Quinton let out a sharp breath. "Wait... Mr. Golding Senior, are you saying... you trusted Andrew that much?"

Richard's forehead veins bulged in rage. "That little bastard! After everything, I treated him like a friend! If that's not emotion, then what the hell is it? So, he's the one behind Moonlit Apothecary, and those miracle drugs were his doing all along."

He added, "No wonder when we talked business, he spoke so confidently-he knew everything about those two damn pills!"

Right then, a few of the other major players noticed something was off with Richard and walked up, concerned.

"Richard, what's going on? You look like you're about to explode."

Another asked, "Yeah, man, where's our good buddy Mr. Lloyd?"

"Come on, let's grab dinner with him and iron out the details on that miracle drug collaboration!"

The moment those enthusiastic voices hit his ears, Richard absolutely lost it. He screamed like a madman, "Collaboration? You can shove that collaboration! That little piece of shit played us all like a bunch of clowns!"

He yelled, "Guards! Find him now-I want him torn to pieces, dragged through hell, and erased from the face of this earth!"

The Golding family's bodyguards immediately fanned out in all directions. However, it was already too late.

One of them reported, "Sir, we've got a problem-he's already driven off!"

Richard was enraged. "He drove off?! Then why the hell didn't you stop him? Why didn't anyone chase him? Go now!"

He vented his anger on his men, kicking and punching in a blind rage.noveldrama

His bodyguards looked helpless, and they reasoned, "Even if we chased him now, we wouldn't catch up. He was driving a LaFerrari. That thing flies unless we've got a damn helicopter, he's long gone.

Richard felt everything go black, and he nearly collapsed on the spot. Then, came

the sound-an eerie, chilling laugh slipping out from his throat.

Quinton and the others stared in alarm, completely caught off guard.

"Mr. Golding Senior, are you okay?"

"Richard, breathe-don't let this get to you!"

"Quick, someone get him to a hospital! He's losing it!"

As the urgent voices surrounded him, Richard's laughter faded into something far more menacing. He hissed, "Andrew, you little bastard... How dare you humiliate me like this.

"If I don't destroy you, strip you of everything you've built, then I don't deserve to be the head of the Golding family!"

He had not been laughing because he found it funny-he had laughed because he was that enraged. After all, he was the head of the Golding family, one of the Five Apex Families of the capital.

Yet, some smug little punk had played him like a fool. The same punk who made Elon eat crap and left the boy so mortified, he had not dared step out of the house since.

Not only had he actually regarded Andrew like a friend, but he had even wired him 100 million for the sake of that "friendship".

At that moment, Richard honestly

felt that if there were no others around he would be slapping himself so hard he would knock out

his own teeth-maybe then he would feel less ashamed.