Ernest's face turned ashen before he forced a cold laugh. He sneered, "Kid, I almost fell for your tricks. You're putting on quite a show, but do you really think I'm that gullible?"

Andrew shrugged casually and said, "Whether you believe me or not, Ernest, you'll find out in three days."

Ernest's heart pounded as his confidence wavered. When misfortune struck, it usually hit hard and fast, and if what this young man said about a terminal illness was true, he would be in serious trouble.

Following the principle of "better safe than sorry", Ernest hastily bid farewell to Natasha and rushed out of West End with his men.

Natasha laughed behind her hand. "What a fool to believe such a story! He's probably heading straight to the hospital for a checkup. Darling, you really got him good!"

Andrew replied calmly, "You're wrong. I wasn't trying to scare him. Everything I said was true. Ernest really does have a serious illness."

Natasha scoffed. "He's gone now, and you don't have to