Mosby did not take the cup because he was afraid. Seeing this, Andrew ran out of patience and shoved the poisoned concoction straight into his hands.

Mosby nearly burst into tears. "Andrew, d-don't touch me!"

However, Andrew ignored him completely. After handing over his poison, he casually reached for the one Mosby had prepared.

Then, with a chilling grin, he raised his glass toward Mosby. "Cheers!"

Mosby held Andrew's poison in trembling hands, his entire body shaking. "Andrew, are you really planning to die with me?"

Andrew shook his head. "No. I'm sending you off. Trust me, if I'm playing this game with you, then there's only one ending—you're the one who dies."

With that, he raised his glass and tilted it toward his lips.

Mosby did not move. Deep down, he was banking on Andrew's death—if the kid dropped, victory was his.

Just right as Andrew's lips touched the cup, he paused, lowered it, and gave Mosby a smirk full of wicked amusement. "What's going on? I'm alread