Chapter 532

Just as the subordinate finished reporting, he added anxiously, “Mr. MacAfee is saying that as long as Andrew is willing to save him, he’s ready to do anything–even be Andrew’s lapdog!”

Michael’s face turned crimson with rage, and he roared, “What did you just say? This useless idiot! I’m his boss, and I’m the one he should be loyal to–not that Andrew!”

Seething, Michael barked, “Let’s go. I want to see what kind of madness this fool is up to!”

With a stormy expression, Michael marched toward Lauren’s office, flanked by his entourage.

Troy was supposed to be his trusted subordinate, the handpicked Pharmaceutical Division head, to replace Marcus. Yet, here he was, groveling at Andrew’s feet like some sniveling dog.

The humiliation was unbearable–this betrayal felt like a slap across Michael’s face. He could not believe Troy was disrespecting him this way.

As Michael hurried to Lauren’s office, his mind raced, trying to figure out what could have driven Troy to such an extreme. He wondered if Troy had gone mad or if he was under some sort of spell.

Meanwhile, in Lauren’s office.

Troy was on his knees, tears streaming down his face. “Mr. Lloyd, Dr. Lloyd, please! You’re a genius doctor, a godsend! You have to save me–I’m begging you! I don’t want to lose my manhood!”

Andrew sat leisurely on the couch, watching the desperate Troy with mild amusement. “Mr. MacAfee, what are you doing? Kneeling like this? Come on, I’m not worthy of such a gesture.”

Troy shook his head vigorously, sobbing. “No, Dr. Lloyd, you are worthy! You’re the only one who can save me!”

He continued, his voice trembling with fear. “The doctor said… said I’m infected. If I don’t get treated soon, in the best case, I’ll lose it entirely. Worst case… my whole body could rot, and I’d die in agony!”

The terror in his voice was palpable. After racing to the hospital earlier, Troy had undergone a thorough examination.

The doctor had confirmed his worst fears–with a grim look, they told him that he was indeed infected. From that moment on, all the light in Troy’s eyes seemed to dim.

Andrew chuckled softly. “If the hospital has already diagnosed you, why come to me? Shouldn’t you just stay there for treatment?”

Troy’s desperation was evident. “I don’t trust the hospital! I only trust your medical skills, Mr. Lloyd! And the tests…They said it’s not just any infection. My manhood might already be gone for good!”

He added, “Mr. Lloyd, your skills are legendary! Please, have mercy, save me! I’ll do anything you ask!”

Andrew’s amused expression faded as he picked up his phone and idly played a game, speaking in a detached tone. “I warned you earlier. I told you there was a rotting smell on you. But you didn’t listen. And now? Now you come crying to me? Too late. I only treat people when I’m in the mood.”

Troy, teary-eyed, tried to gauge Andrew’s mood. “I understand your rules, Dr. Lloyd. So, if I may ask, how’s your mood right now?”

Andrew smiled faintly. “Oh, terrible. So, I’m sorry–no treatment for you.”

Troy’s expression twisted with anger and desperation before finally settling on humiliation. He gritted his teeth and said, “Mr. Lloyd, I’ll apologize. I was wrong before–I shouldn’t have offended you. I’m sorry.”

Andrew raised a brow. “Is that all?”

Troy hesitated, then added, “I’ll also promise you this: if you help me, I’ll never interfere with anything concerning Mr. Rhodes or Ms. Rhodes again.”

Andrew smirked. “That’s it? That’s all you’ve got? Not enough, Mr. MacAfee. Not even close. Frankly, neither Lauren nor I care about your involvement in their affairs. So, I suggest you get used to the idea of living with your… rotting problem.”

Troy’s face turned red with fury. He roared, “Andrew, are you really going to watch me suffer and do nothing?”