Quinton exploded, slamming the table. "Is this the best the Weller family can do?"

He sneered, "Mr. Weller, you're supposed to be young and capable, right? You landed the head position at such a young age, and this is all the guts you've got?"

What angered Quinton the most was Harvey's next response.

Harvey just nodded and admitted bluntly, "You're right, Mr. Wright. I really do lack guts and boldness."

Now Quinton was seething with rage. He shouted, "I invited you all here out of goodwill, giving you the chance to get rich, and this is how you repay me?"

His gaze swept across the room, his expression turning sharp and threatening. These guys were supposed to be the top dogs of Jayrodale. With this many major figures in the room, how was it possible that not even one of them had the spine to act?

In Quinton's mind, Andrew was just the owner of a local apothecary. All it would take was a united public statement, and Moonlit Apothecary would be done for in Jayrodale.

Then,