The invited guests would undoubtedly receive Mark's favor and shower of gratitude.

Even after all his scheming, Harvey had absolutely nothing to show for it, which left him seething with frustration. What angered him most was Andrew, that loser, somehow managed to steal his spotlight.

He was supposed to be Jayrodale's golden boy, the rising star of the younger generation destined for greatness.

Harvey growled through gritted teeth, "Andrew, you've stolen my thunder one too many times. Just wait—I'll find a way to take you down!"

Burning with anger and resentment, he stormed out of the Thatcher residence.

Just then, Christina called and asked, "Harvey, how's Mr. Thatcher doing?"

Harvey forced a laugh, trying to keep his voice steady as he replied, "Everything's fine now. He's cured."

Christina exclaimed in surprise, "That's wonderful news! But who managed to heal him? Was it Dr. Aicker, the one you invited?"

"Of course," Harvey lied smoothly, not showing an ounce of sh