Chapter 1077

Andrew let out a cold laugh. "Fatty, let's not pretend you know your body better than anyone. Back in Jayrodale, I could already tell. You’re overweight, constantly drenched in cold sweat, panting like you ran a mile after two steps. If I had to guess, I’d say you’ve got a rare form of obesity. One of those conditions where even drinking water makes you gain weight, right?"

Elon’s eyes flickered with panic. "How… how do you know that?"

For a moment, the thought of ordering his men to strike completely vanished from his mind.

Andrew replied calmly, "How I know is none of your business."

"What I do want to tell you is this–your condition isn’t just your average weight issue."

"Your internal energy flow is completely imbalanced, your bodily systems are shot, and every ounce of nourishment you take in goes straight to your fat stores. And that means, when it comes to your sexual performance, your penis probably isn’t just useless, it’s starving. In fact, if I’m right–and I usually am–you could hire the best doctors in the world, take all the premium supplements money can buy… but in the end, all that nutrition still ends up feeding your belly fat."

"So when it’s time to do the deed, I’m guessing you can’t even last ten seconds before, boom–game over. And what comes out? Probably yellow water, not anything remotely healthy."

Elon’s face turned the color of curdled milk because every single thing Andrew had said was true.

Sherilyn’s nerves snapped. She clung to Elon’s arm and pleaded, "Honey, don’t listen to him! He’s talking nonsense, just trying to mess with your head so you’ll spare him!"

Elon gritted his teeth so hard his jaw trembled, but he did not speak.

Andrew spoke again, voice slow and deliberate. "You can fact-check me if you want, Fatty. The director of Jayrodale’s Moonlit Apothecary? That’s me. The two bestselling miracle pills sweeping Jayrodale? My creations. When it comes to medicine, diagnostics, and treatment–I don’t miss. My word is fact."

Elon clenched his fists. "Fine. Let’s say you’re right about all of that. But what gives you the right to claim Sherilyn cheated on me? She married into the Goldings–do you know how lucky she was? It’s like her whole ancestry cashed in good karma! I don’t believe she’d dare betray me!"

Andrew tilted his head, looking at Elon like he was an idiot. "For someone born into an elite family, I’m amazed at how stupid that sounded. Let me ask you–your body type already makes it insanely hard to get a woman pregnant, right?"

"But suddenly, Sherilyn’s knocked up. Heh. What does that tell you? You really can’t put two and two together?"

He paused for dramatic effect, then let out a mocking chuckle. "And let’s be real–your performance in the bedroom? We both know it’s pathetic. Maybe she could tolerate it for a day or two. But over time? Please. Sherilyn’s not going to suffer in silence forever."

"Let me break it down–these days, a man can be broke, have no house, no car… but there’s one thing he can’t be. He can’t be sexually useless. If you’re not getting the job done, then your woman’s going to find someone else who will. And that’s why your woman is cheating on you!"

Andrew’s words were so vivid, so raw, that several people in the room had to turn away.

Even Tiana blushed faintly and muttered, "This little brat is completely off the rails now."