Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)

Zephyr and Esther thought the Stevens family of Bridgefields barely had the qualifications to show their faces, let alone speak up. However, when they saw Aspen receive a bottle of the Golden Cure from Andrew himself, both lit up with joy.

Just then, Andrew picked up another small bottle and casually walked over in their direction.

Zephyr immediately stepped forward. "Mr. Lloyd, what's the matter?"

His tone was careful.

Andrew smiled warmly. "Mr. Stevens, no need for all that formality. Just call me Andrew from now on. There's not much of the brew left, and Aspen already got her share. But since your family came all the way from Bridgefields, it must've been tiring. This little bottle is for you. It should help with your upcoming martial breakthrough."

Zephyr's hands shook, unsure whether to take it or not. It was not until Aspen gave a small, encouraging nod that he finally reached out, clutched it like treasure, and bowed deeply.

He said, "I won't waste words. Just know I'm endlessly grateful."

Esther quickly followed suit, bowing low without even daring to look Andrew in the eye.

By now, Andrew's status had reached untouchable levels, especially under the spotlight of the Grand Medical Summit. It was no exaggeration that if he so much as said the word, he would not even need to lift a finger, and the Stevens family of Bridgefields could be wiped from existence overnight.

"Alright. That's the last of it. Everyone, go home. This year's Grand Medical Summit is officially over."

With a casual clap of his hands, Andrew turned to leave.

However, a cold scoff sliced through the air, and Rafael, Mosby, and their

entourage from the Advanced Medical Institute stormed forward, forcing their way through the crowd like a tidal wave.

No one dared stop them.

The usual warm smile was gone from Rafael's face, replaced by an icy glare. He growled, "Dr. Lloyd, why didn't I get any of that Golden Cure?"

His tone was not polite-it was aggressive. He was demanding it outright.

George sneered. "Mr. Driscoll, isn't that obvious? You didn't get any because you don't deserve any."

Derek frowned. "The brew's all gone, Mr. Driscoll. Let it go."

Rafael gave a twisted smile. "Governor McCormick. Mr. Keller Senior, please step aside. I still have business to discuss with Dr. Lloyd. One way or another, I will get my share of that brew-just like said before."

George's expression turned dark, his anger boiling over.

Andrew raised a hand, stopping him with a calm smile. "No need, Mr. Keller Senior. Let me handle Mr. Driscoll."

Turning to Rafael, Andrew's face remained calm. "Mr. Driscoll, the Golden Cure was limited, and it's all been distributed. Of course, I do still have a few spare bottles. And if you really want them, I might be open to it. swĥovel

Rafael scoffed. "There's no 'might' about it. Whatever you've got left, hand it over. I want them all."noveldrama

Andrew chuckled and extended a hand. "Sure. But first, hand me something."

Rafael narrowed his eyes. "Hand you what?"

Andrew's voice was soft, but firm. "You want something from me, you pay for it. It's 100 million per bottle-however many bottles you want, that's how many hundreds of millions you pay!"

The outrageous price made everyone's eyelids twitch violently. They all thought Andrew was ruthless, as he was basically shooting fish in a barrel.

Preston and Clifford both erupted. "Andrew, you arrogant brat—how dare you price it that high? This is outrageous!"

Andrew shrugged with a wide grin. "Too expensive? Then walk away Besides, Isn't Mr. Driscoll one of the richest men in all of Gabo Creek? A few billion is just pocket change for you, isn't it?"

Rafael glared at Andrew. After a while, he said, "Dr. Lloyd, you really have it out for me, don't you? You keep disrespecting me. Did you forget who my family is? You don't get to act up here."