Bane clenched his jaw, forcing himself to suppress his anger. He growled, "Fine. You've got a sharp tongue, I'll give you that. But what makes you so sure my products don't meet the standards you're talking about?" Andrew looked at him like he was the village idiot and let out a mocking chuckle. "I might not have seen your formulas, but I've seen the raw materials you're using." He said, "The recent budget reports from the Pharmaceutical Division? The massive procurement lists? Even just skimming through those documents was enough for me to tell you that your three new products are doomed to fail. "Because the production costs are ridiculously high—even I was shocked when I saw the numbers. You're basically bleeding Rhodes Corporation dry!" Bane gave a dismissive snort. "Cost is not my concern. My job is to produce results." Michael sneered. "Andrew, the Pharmaceutical Division has more than enough capital to handle those costs. Why are you so worried? Feeling jealous already

Michael let out a cold snort. "That's right. This is my top-tier business insight. Short and simple. Quality is found in simplicity." He continued, "Take everyone here, for example. None of you are exactly broke. If you see a car you like, are you really going to sit there crunching numbers? No—you'll sign the papers and drive off. "When you go out to eat, does it really matter if the bill's 1000 dollars or even 5000 dollars? As long as the food's good and you're enjoying yourself, you'll happily pay, right?" One of the executives immediately chimed in, "Mr. Rhodes is absolutely right. These days, I don't even look at price tags. If I like something, I buy it." Another manager eagerly added, "Exactly. Wealthy customers don't stress about prices. The only thing that matters is whether they want it." A third executive even went as far as bragging about their extravagant lifestyle, boasting about how easily they spent money without batting an eye. Andrew shook his head and lau

Andrew remained unfazed as he continued, "And one more thing—true wisdom has nothing to do with age. If you've lived all these decades and still haven't figured that out, then congratulations—you've basically wasted your entire life. Next time you want to learn something, start by showing a little humility." The elderly executive was livid. He shot up from his chair, turning to Tiana with a furious glare, ready to demand justice. However, the sudden surge of anger proved too much. With a guttural groan, his face contorted, and he collapsed with a loud thud under the table. Michael and the others gasped in shock. "Did… did Andrew just argue him into unconsciousness?" Tiana's face remained stone-cold. "Take him to the medical wing. Don't let this disrupt the meeting." A team of security staff quickly entered the room, lifted the unconscious executive, and carried him away. Lauren discreetly gave Andrew a thumbs-up, her eyes glimmering with amusement. She thought, 'Dr. Lloyd, yo

Lauren said, "Dr. Lloyd, I'm going with you to the Jayrodale Grand Hotel tomorrow!" Andrew waved his hand dismissively. "No need. We're at a critical stage with our pharmaceutical product launch right now. You and Mr. Chapman are already swamped, so just stay focused on the product!" Lauren frowned with concern. "But I don't feel comfortable letting you go alone!" Andrew replied calmly, "Relax. I'm going there to reason with Raymond. We've got the facts on our side, so there's nothing to fear, no matter how many people he brings." Lauren could not hold back her anxiety. "Raymond's got Winston backing him up, and they have no intention of playing fair. They're just trying to strong-arm us, Dr. Lloyd. You know that better than anyone!" Andrew's eyes darkened, but his tone remained steady. "In this world, everything should be resolved through reason. But if brute force is the solution, then I prefer it that way." That was his principle: if no one messed with Andrew, he would n

Today marked the final day of the Reckoning Toast. Raymond had never expected Andrew to show him such blatant disregard, showing up this late and making such an entrance. In the center of the hotel's grand hall, Winston sat slouched in his chair, looking thoroughly bored. Every now and then, locals from Jayrodale came over to toast him, but he either ignored them or responded with dismissive nods. It was clear he didn't take anyone here seriously. Standing stiffly behind Winston was an older man with a lean frame and a stone-cold expression. He was known as Jason Lowell, one of the Wright family's top enforcers sent as Winston's personal bodyguard. Raymond approached with a polite smile. "Mr. Lowell, you've been standing there all night. Please, sit down and rest for a bit." Jason responded flatly, "Mr. Chapman, just handle your business. I'll handle mine." Raymond bowed slightly, eager to please. "Of course, Mr. Lowell. You're absolutely right. I just worry that Andrew mi