Stephen said, "But Mr. Lloyd, you should know that pharmaceutical-grade precision equipment costs a fortune. Most of it is imported, and a single machine alone could easily cost over 100 million!"

Andrew nodded. "The equipment has already been taken care of. Once Ms. Rhodes and I leave, you need to head straight to the factory and inspect it."

Stephen blinked in disbelief, thinking he must have misheard. "Mr. Lloyd, what did you just say? The equipment is already handled?"

Andrew responded calmly, "Yes. It's done. You'll be dealing with a vice CEO from Wealthroller Investments—a major investor in the pharmaceutical industry. He'll be there to assist you and ensure everything runs smoothly."

Stephen froze in shock. "Mr. Lloyd, you actually got someone from Mr. Yates' company involved?"

Andrew remained indifferent. "No, I didn't ask for help. I gave an order."

Stephen's heart skipped a beat. He was smart enough to stop questioning, but internally, his mind was racing. He wond