Natasha asked with uncertainty in her voice, "Darling, is this… some kind of miracle pill?" Andrew replied calmly, "Indeed. It's called the Blood Surge Pill, capable of temporarily boosting a fighter's physical and mental strength, allowing them to surpass their normal limits." Dylan exclaimed with excitement, "Mr. Lloyd, aren't these rare items usually only available to elite martial arts academies and old-money families?" Andrew shrugged casually, "It's not that dramatic. While the pills are difficult to create and their formulas are closely guarded by powerful organizations, there are more players in Holtrien than just the academies and old families." Natasha grabbed the small vial eagerly and admired it. "These medicines are practically impossible for regular people to get their hands on. I saw one at an auction once, and a basic one costs nearly a million dollars, with limited availability. Even with money, most people wouldn't know where to buy one." Andrew answered str

Natasha felt both ashamed and furious but kept her composure and forced a smile. "Ernest, it's my honor that you'd even consider someone like me, an old widow past her prime. But our personal matters shouldn't mix with Mr. Lloyd's business. Let's stick to discussing the rare medicinal herb you have." Ernes was completely unmoved. He shot a condescending glance at Andrew and sneered, "I've already said it—this kid is a nobody. I would never stoop so low as to do business with someone beneath me. It would ruin my reputation. But if you still want my rare medicinal herb, there's only one option: Natasha, agree to be with me, and I'll hand it over for free." Natasha's beautiful face flushed red, though it was anger, not embarrassment. With her personality, she would have told Ernest to get lost without hesitation. However, since Andrew needed that herb, she had no choice but to hold back. More importantly, Ernest was backed by the powerful Ramsey family of Blumedale, and Natasha did

Andrew's voice turned cold as he said, "You old pervert, you don't even realize you're terminally ill. If you don't get the right treatment within three days, you'd better start picking out your coffin." Ernest scoffed. "Are you trying to intimidate me? You probably don't know that I've trained in martial arts since childhood—my muscles are harder than steel. Terminally ill? You must be out of your mind." Andrew replied calmly, "Believe it or not, in three days, you'll be suffering horrible pain, wishing you were actually dead." Natasha caught on quickly and chimed in, "Ernest, you might not know this, but Mr. Lloyd is a doctor. If he says something's wrong with your health, there must be a serious issue. You should probably hear him out—what's the harm in that?" Ernest seemed to have wavered. He had initially dismissed Andrew's words as nonsense, but besides his greed, womanizing, and vanity, Ernest had one other defining trait—he was terrified of death. At the slightest he

Ernest left Jayrodale General Hospital with his two personal bodyguards, looking relieved. "Phew, that brat really had me worried for nothing—I almost fell for his trick!" Ernest had just completed a comprehensive checkup at Jayrodale General Hospital. While there were some minor issues, nothing serious, let alone life-threatening conditions, was found. Being cautious about his health, Ernest requested seeing the hospital's best doctor. However, the staff informed him that their top physician, Andrew, was not currently available but could be scheduled for an appointment. Ernest immediately left. He believed that someone of his status should not lower himself to make appointments. The female bodyguard smiled and said, "Mr. Ramsey, you're as healthy a horse. That kid was clearly trying to deceive you." The other bodyguard chimed in, "In my opinion, this hospital isn't that great anyway. They found some minor issues like fatigue and other mild conditions. "Mr. Ramsey, isn't

Andrew replied calmly, "Simon has always had issues with me, so I'm not surprised he brought me up. I'm guessing he complained about me to Cedric and you?" "He didn't complain because I wouldn't let him speak ill of you," Francesca answered awkwardly. "He just asked if you were the reason I wouldn't be with him, and what our relationship was like." Andrew found himself momentarily at a loss for words. Looking at Francesca's innocent face, he smiled and asked, "So what do you think about all this?" Francesca stammered, caught off guard by his directness. "W-What do you mean?" "I'm asking what you think about the situation. We could use this to help solve your problem with Simon," Andrew clarified with a gentle laugh. Francesca turned away, pretending to look at the riverside scenery to hide her flustered expression. Her heart was racing as she tried to calm her breathing. Andrew explained carefully, "You misunderstand. I'm not asking if you have feelings for me. In fact, I h