Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

Andrew immediately struck out, delivering two sharp slaps. He snapped, "You brain-dead moron, I don't care who you are! Royal Entertainment is just a second-rate entertainment company anyway!"

He added, "And you? Even your father wouldn't have the right to run his mouth before me."

Andrew was too lazy to waste words. When it was time to take action, he absolutely would not waste time talking.

Dealing with the Ackermann brothers to Liliana, and now this clown Trent, he had come to realize that these spoiled heirs of Blumedale's elite had one thing in common-they lived in fantasy, completely detached from reality.

If this had happened when Andrew was still keeping a low profile in Blumedale, Trent's behavior might have made sense. However, he was now the chairman of the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce and the champion of the Grand Medical Summit.

With so many crowns on his head, there were still people who dared to swagger in front of him and act like he did not exist.

Andrew could not tolerate this anymore and decided to show them what a real heavyweight looked like. Covering his face, Trent roared, "You actually hit me? You slapped me in the face?! You're dead! I swear, if I don't skin you alive today, my name isn't Trent King!"

Freya gave a cold laugh. "Trent, for your own good, don't call for backup. And definitely don't run crying to your family."noveldrama

Trent snapped, furious. "Freya, are you seriously defending this guy?! You're telling me not to retaliate, not to report it to my family. What? I'm just supposed to let this slide?"

Freya scoffed. "Idiot. I'm not stopping you for his sake, I'm stopping you for yours. Did you even listen when I said Andrew was my dad's chosen heir? That was your warning.

"He's not someone you can afford to mess with. He's the chairman of the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce. The same Chamber that holds a significant stake in your family's entertainment company. And you're stiff here barking? Where the hell do you get your confidence?"

Trent stood frozen, staring wide-eyed at Andrew. "F-Freya, are you saying he is the chairman of the Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce? That's the most powerful position in Gabo Creek's entire business world! How could he have landed it?"

He had another thought he did not voice. The Gabo Creek Chamber of Commerce, held one-third of the shares of their family's entertainment company, and

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Andrew, as its chairman, essentially became a major director of their

family company.

Yet, here he was trying to play tough with his own boss. It was like threatening to burn down your landlord's mansion while living rent-free in the guest house.

Trent swallowed hard and forced a nervous smile. "Mr. Lloyd, I-I had no idea. That was a total misunderstanding. Please, forgive me!"

Andrew gave him a light smile. "Forgive you? There's nothing to forgive. But you got slapped twice. I hope you're not holding a grudge."

Trent broke into a cold sweat and

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shook his head fast. "No! Of course not! Absolutely not! Mr. Lloyd, you were right to discipline me just now. I deserved it. In fact, I'm grateful. Your words were like a wake-up call, a much-needed lesson in humility!"

Andrew raised a brow, a little surprised that Trent actually had some self-awareness. Sure, he had acted like a pompous jerk, but now that he had been smacked down, he pivoted fast, ditched the ego, and played nice.

He was not one of those hopeless rich boys who never learned.

Trent belonged to the rare category of entitled brats who could actually learn after getting slapped.