Andrew studied him carefully for a moment before asking, "Augustin, are you dealing with some kind of romantic trouble? Or are you currently operating as a total simp?" Augustin's face flushed red, clearly embarrassed. "A simp? Andrew, I'm not as pathetic as you're making me sound. I don't think I'm a simp… I haven't fallen that far. I just happen to like Mr. Kaplan's daughter, but she has really high standards for me, and I haven't met them yet." Andrew picked up the thread. "Does she tell you that once you meet her conditions, she'll consider being with you? And in the meantime, she occasionally shows you a little interest, but not much. Most of the time, she's pretty indifferent toward you, hot and cold, keeping you at arm's length?" Augustin's eyes lit up. "Yeah! Andrew, how did you know? That's exactly what it's like, down to the last detail." Andrew shook his head and sighed. "You're not just a simp… This is way more serious. You're basically the ultimate simp. Can't you

Isabelle whispered, "I'm home. Andrew, now's not a good time. We're expecting important guests at my place today, and my dad has called all of us younger family members together to receive them." Andrew replied, "Oh? Well, I'm planning to come to your house right now. Is that going to be a problem?" Isabelle was shocked. "What? Andrew, you're coming to my house? W-Why would you come here? My father and my two brothers don't exactly welcome you. If you come, it could be dangerous." Andrew laughed. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. That's all. I just wanted to give you a heads-up. I'll see you in a bit." With that, Andrew hung up the phone and drove toward the Robertson residence. … Meanwhile, Theon and Mikayla, along with other members of Sovereign's Apothecary, had already arrived at the Robertson residence. "Mr. Robertson Senior, sorry to intrude on such short notice," Theon said politely. The man before him was one of Chetvine's power players, Saul, the head of the

Theon's expression darkened. He slammed his hand on the table, about to curse at Emir for being a little bastard. Fortunately, Mikayla stopped him at the last second. With a gentle smile, she turned toward Emir and bowed slightly. "Emir, hello. I was wondering if we could talk for a moment." Emir said indifferently, "Go ahead." Mikayla was delighted, believing her connection with the Robertson family was paying off. If even someone as proud as Emir was willing to listen, she had a chance. She began carefully, "Here's the thing, Emir. Although I am currently with Sovereign's Apothecary, I still believe the Robertson family's proposal is negotiable. Sovereign's Apothecary isn't so rigid that nothing can be changed." Emir raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Tell me more. How would we negotiate?" Mikayla glanced at Theon and said through gritted teeth, "How about this, Emir? Sovereign's Apothecary will continue with last year's pricing for our agreement with the Robertson family. But the

Mikayla smiled politely. "Mr. Robertson Senior, you're too kind. I'm the older one here, of course, I wouldn't hold a grudge against her." But inside, she was cursing nonstop. She had initially planned to work through Isabelle to see if she could sway the Robertson family's position. However, Isabelle had turned out to be so ruthless that she would not even acknowledge her anymore. So much for that! This meeting was officially a failure. However, Mikayla was unwilling to accept this. In the past, Isabelle would have stood by her without question, no matter what. But now, that loyalty was gone. It was all because of that bastard that today's situation had slipped further and further out of her control. After a few more minutes of awkward small talk, Theon could not stand it anymore. His expression hardened as he said, "In that case, Mr. Robertson Senior, we'll take our leave." Saul did not bother trying to keep them and smiled. "I won't see you out, Mr. Orben." Theon sto

Andrew said, "Medicine God's Covenant being unknown is only for now. Besides, let's talk business. The Robertson family needs high-grade elixirs, and Medicine God's Covenant can provide them. Our prices and quality are far superior, and you can compare us with anyone. So tell me, Mr. Robertson, if you refuse to cooperate, are you not being foolish?" Emir was completely thrown off and quickly raised his hand. "Wait, hold on. You're saying the Medicine God's Covenant has advantages in both pricing and quality. Nonsense! What advantage are you talking about? You just expect me to take your word for it?" Mikayla and the others smirked coldly. Finally, Andrew had met someone just as sharp-tongued as himself. No matter how clever he was, going against Emir was bound to end badly. However, Andrew seemed oblivious to Emir's condescending gaze. He replied, "If I dare to claim that our elixirs have an edge, then I obviously have the confidence to back it up. Besides, this is the Robertson