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Natasha felt both ashamed and furious but kept her composure and forced a smile. “Ernest, it’s my honor that you’d even consider someone like me, an old widow past her prime. But our personal matters shouldn’t mix with Mr. Lloyd’s business. Let’s stick to discussing the rare medicinal herb you have.”
Ernest was completely unmoved. He shot a condescending glance at Andrew and sneered, “I’ve already said it–this kid is a nobody. I would never stoop so low as to do business with someone beneath me. It would ruin my reputation. But if you still want my rare medicinal herb, there’s only one option: Natasha, agree to be with me, and I’ll hand it over for free.”
Natasha’s beautiful face flushed red, though it was anger, not embarrassment. With her personality, she would have told Ernest to get lost without hesitation. However, since Andrew needed that herb, she had no choice but to hold back. More importantly, Ernest was backed by the powerful Ramsey family of Blumedale, and Natasha did not want to escalate things unnecessarily.
Andrew finally spoke, his tone calm and unbothered, with a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Ernest, have you looked in a mirror recently? You’re practically ancient, half your teeth are missing, and yet here you are, shamelessly thinking you can win over Natasha. You’re just plain delusional.”
Ernest froze for a moment, thinking he had misheard. Immediately after, he erupted in rage. “You little punk, what did you just say to me? Do you even know who I am? If I told you, you’d be scared out of your wits!” He had dismissed Andrew as irrelevant from the start, but now this kid had the audacity to insult him right in his face.
Andrew stayed calm and replied, “I don’t care who you are, Ernest. But if I’ve come to get your rare medicinal herb, it means I’m prepared. Just name your price.”
Ernest scoffed, laughing coldly. “Name my price? You’ve got some nerve, kid. Too bad you’re not even qualified to ask about my stuff.”
Andrew’s expression did not change as he said flatly, “I’d have to disagree with you there, Ernest. In this world, there’s nothing that can’t be negotiated. If something seems untouchable, it’s only because the offer isn’t tempting enough.”
Ernest let out a bark of laughter, his anger boiling over. “You cocky little brat, you think you can outsmart me? Fine, you want my rare medicinal herb? Sure–give me one billion dollars. Let’s see if you can afford that!”
Andrew chuckled faintly. “A billion dollars, huh? That’s quite a sum. I could probably manage it. But let’s be honest, Ernest, does your herb really have that kind of value?”
Ernest burst into loud, mocking laughter. “Pretending to have money when you don’t! Kid, stop embarrassing yourself. When I was your age I was already running circles around punks like you!”
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Andrew clicked his tongue in mock admiration. “Wow, Ernest, your mouth sure is impressive. The way you spew garbage so freely is almost admirable.”
He continued, “No wonder you’ve got that unique stench about you–years of swallowing your own nonsense must’ve really seeped into your bones. And yet, the funniest part is how you still think you’re some dashing stud. Honestly, your face is rougher than the surface of the moon!”
Ernest’s face turned a deep red as he jumped to his feet, his eyes bloodshot with fury. “You little punk, are you trying to get yourself killed? I’ve been giving you face, and this is how you repay me? Keep it up, and I swear, you won’t live to see the sunrise tomorrow!”