Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

Shiloh's voice remained calm as she said, "Neither the Wellers nor the Stevens have grasped what I truly practice. You are all too fixated on appearances."

Christina could not help but interject, “Master Shiloh, even if you need money and believe that your teachings should be grounded in reality, then why not come to Stevens Corporation? We're willing to offer an even higher price."

Aspen, growing anxious, quickly added, "Master Shiloh, you and I go way back! Just come to the Stevens instead. If it's money you want, Christie and I are willing to offer 50 million-no, 80 million!"

However, Shiloh shook her head. "This isn't about money.

Aspen and Christina instantly froze. They had refrained from mentioning money earlier, yet Shiloh had chosen to follow Andrew, who had offered payment.

But now, when they were willing to pay even more, she suddenly claimed it was not about the money?

Their minds felt like they were about to split apart. Why was a revered figure like Shiloh favoring Andrew?

Harvey seized the opportunity and declared, "Master Shiloh, the Wellers have plenty of money too. If you join us, I'll give you a hundred million-right now!"

Shiloh shook her head again. "I already said-it's not about the money. Besides, the Wellers' money is tainted, and I have no interest in it."

Harvey's expression darkened instantly. He finally saw it for what it was this damn nun did not know how to appreciate a good offer.noveldrama

Then, in one graceful motion, Shiloh lifted the sheer curtain and stepped forward.

Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and though her face was veiled, the glimpse of her exposed skin was smooth and flawless, like porcelain. Her eyes, clear and deep, sparkled like the stars.

Michael and Harvey immediately locked their gazes on her, unable to look away. They had been with countless women, but in that moment, they both realized Shiloh was undoubtedly a rare beauty.

Even if her face was not stunning, her aura, her slender yet graceful figure, and that perfect balance between softness and strength made her utterly mesmerizing. Both men instantly felt the heat rising in their chests as their thoughts wandered into dangerous territory.

Even Andrew, though composed, was taken aback as he studied the woman Cedric had recommended.

Her white veil added an air of mystery, and her light, fluid movements made her seem almost weightless-like a woman straight out of a Gabo Creek legend, carved by the Gods themselves. He had seen Shiloh in short clips before, but she felt entirely different in person.

With a gentle nod, Shiloh gracefully lowered herself into a bow. Her voice was soft and melodious. "Mr. Lloyd, let's make a move."

Andrew smiled. "Of course. I appreciate you making the journey back to Jayrodale with me."

Shiloh replied, "No need for formalities. Just call me Shiloh from now on."

Andrew raised an eyebrow slightly and said thoughtfully, "I hope you won't find me rude, but may I ask your age? If the difference is too great, I wouldn't dare address you so casually."

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Andrew did not react with shock-his brows merely furrowed.

On the other hand, Michael, Harvey, Aspen, and Christina sood frozen in absolute disbelief. Especially

Michael and Harvey, who suddenly felt their stomachs drop in horror.

As they realized they had just been fantasizing about an 82 year-old woman, they

cursed at themselves.

That was beyond shameful of them.

Deep in thought, Andrew murmured, "Master Shiloh, you must be unwell."

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