A spark of excitement flashed in Saul's eyes. "That's not a big issue. As long as you're willing to make the elixir for the Robertson family, that's all that matters."

Andrew corrected him immediately. "Mr. Robertson Senior, you've got it wrong. I'm helping Belle, not the Robertson family. I'm not some self-sacrificing fool. After the way Mr. Robertson treated me, you think I'd still help the Robertsons? You've got to be kidding me. Anyway, bye, Belle."

Seeing that Andrew was really about to leave, Saul quickly shot a meaningful look at Emir.

Emir understood what that meant. Though he looked conflicted for a moment, he hurried forward and called out, "Andrew, wait a second. We can talk this out."

Andrew did not even turn around. "There's nothing to talk about. I don't like you, and I don't feel like wasting my breath."

Emir cursed under his breath, "This bastard's getting full of himself!"

But out loud, he forced a grin. "What happened earlier was just a misunderstanding. A