The female bodyguard cried out in panic, "Mr. Ramsey, what's wrong? Please don't joke around!"

She rushed to Ernest's side and quickly retrieved the cigar from his lap while he clutched his chest in agony.

"My chest hurts so badly," Ernest groaned, his face contorted with pain. "Oh God, my head too—everything hurts! Get me to the hospital, now!"

Within moments, Ernest's pain had spread throughout his entire body. He collapsed to the ground, convulsing violently with white foam spurting from his mouth.

The two bodyguards frantically carried Ernest out the door and rushed him to the hospital. They knew every second counted.

"This is incredible," Natasha remarked with amazement. "The moment you finished counting down, that pervert just collapsed!"

She could not help but feel increasingly awed by Andrew's abilities.

Andrew said coldly, "He brought this upon himself. Anyway, there's no rush. Once he discovers the hospital can't help him, he'll come crawling back to us."

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