Andrew shook his head and said, "Sorry, but there's no antidote for this kind of deadly poison. There's only one way to counteract it."

Elon asked, "What is it?"

Andrew smirked. "Oh, it's nothing special… just golden juice."

Terrified for his life, Elon muttered under his breath, "Golden juice… golden juice…" Without wasting another second, he bolted, dragging the Golding family's men with him.

Nothing else mattered anymore—he had to get back to Blumedale as fast as possible and find the so-called golden juice to save himself.

Michael and Kenny exchanged glances without saying a word before heading off in another direction.

As they stepped out of the Royal Suite, Michael sneered. "Andrew, I'll be returning to Jayrodale soon. Count on it."

Andrew's tone remained indifferent. "No, you won't."

With that, the Royal Suite emptied out. Andrew instructed Dylan and Natasha to take their people and leave.

Francesca, who had been watching the whole scene, looked at Andrew with