Finley sneered, his voice laced with sarcasm. "You think using some reverse psychology is going to make me play the sucker and hand over more money?"

Andrew shook his head with a serious expression. "You misunderstand, Mr. Moore. I'm not trying to provoke you. This isn't about greed for money."

He gestured around them and added, "This is Moonlit Apothecary—Jayrodale's most upscale medical center. We're hosting some of the top figures in the city today. When guests give gifts here, we're talking hundreds of thousands, sometimes millions in cash or more."

Andrew glanced pointedly at the cash Finley had handed over earlier. "And yet, you come here and offer a measly 1500 bucks. I mean, really, Mr. Moore, how can someone of your standing think that's enough?"

Finley clenched his jaw. "That's on them if they wanna throw money around like idiots! I wasn't even invited here, Andrew. You can't expect me to be held to the same standard!"

Andrew chuckled softly. "Oh, if that's the issu