Andrew scoffed. "What? What about me? I already let you off the hook before when you tried to meddle. But now, I'm done. Get as far away from me as you can. The Robertson family already made it clear they're not working with Sovereign's Apothecary anymore, but you're still hanging around here putting on that face. Don't you feel ridiculous?"

Theon was so furious he nearly screamed, looking like he wanted to swallow Andrew whole.

Emir, on the other hand, was stunned. He thought Andrew really had some guts to confront someone like Theon head-on. Sure, he was old-fashioned, but he was still Sovereign's Apothecary's chief alchemist, a renowned figure in Chetvine, and a respected guest among countless influential families.

What he did not know was that Andrew viewed Theon as nothing more than a small-time player, hardly worth mentioning.

"Now then, Mr. Robertson, do you believe what I said earlier?" Andrew turned to Emir with a smile.

Emir hesitated for a moment before reluctantly