Chapter 572
Behind the scenes, Marvin maintained a respectful demeanor. He knew better than to take liberties when speaking privately with Andrew.
Meanwhile, Tiana’s expression was dark as thunderclouds. She had fully expected the Madblade Martial Academy to crash the party and humble Andrew. Yet, to her dismay, Rodney and his crew had shown up not to fight, but to deliver an elaborate gesture of goodwill.
Tiana struggled to comprehend why the academy, known for its pride and arrogance, would humble themselves before Andrew.
“Mr. Sanford, you’re quite a rare visitor. I don’t recall sending an invitation to the Madblade Martial Academy,” Andrew remarked with a faint, mocking smile, his tone distant.
The crowd gasped. Many thought Andrew was pushing his luck. The Madblade Martial Academy had come to show respect, yet here he was, giving them a cold shoulder. It seemed reckless, even suicidal.
Rodney, visibly embarrassed, chuckled awkwardly and replied, “You’re absolutely right, Dr. Lloyd. We came uninvited and might have caused some disturbance. Please forgive the intrusion.”
The other Madblade Martial Academy members, including Dean, all wore sheepish expressions. For martial artists, respect was earned through strength, not words.
Andrew’s previous encounter at their academy had left a deep and unforgettable impression, which explained why none of them dared to show even the slightest annoyance despite Andrew’s blunt demeanor.
Ivan, the towering giant from the academy, who had mostly recovered from his previous injuries, forced a stiff smile as he stepped forward. “Dr. Lloyd, your bravery and skill truly left a mark on me last time.”
He bowed respectfully and continued, “I’m here today not just to apologize but also to express my admiration. You’ve earned my deepest respect!”
The crowd watched in stunned silence, unable to believe what they were witnessing–the infamously proud Madblade Martial Academy was acting meek and even deferential.
Lauren chuckled and spoke softly to Andrew. “Dr. Lloyd, let Mr. Sanford and his people take their seats. Everyone’s watching, and poor Mr. Sanford looks like he’s dying of embarrassment!”
Francesca giggled quietly and added, “Come on, Andrew, stop giving them such a hard time. Mr. Sanford already admitted his mistake. Give them a break!”
Rodney eagerly nodded. “Yes, Andrew, we’d be honored if you could let it slide this time. From now on, Madblade Martial Academy and Moonlit Apothecary will have each other’s back. If you ever need anything, just say the word. If I even hesitate, then I’m not a real man!”
Andrew sighed reluctantly. “Fine, you can stay and enjoy the meal, but there’s no need to bring any gifts.”
Rodney immediately shook his head and spoke firmly. “Absolutely not. It’s a matter of principle. We wouldn’t dream of showing up without a gift. Our academy may not be the wealthiest, but we still understand proper etiquette. Please, accept this small token of appreciation.”
Andrew opened his mouth to decline again, but Francesca quickly stepped in and snatched the tray with a playful pout. “I’ll take that, thank you very much! Honestly, Andrew, you have no sense of how to live frugally. I won’t let you waste good opportunities like this!”
Lauren covered her mouth, laughing. “See? I told you, Frans is the perfect housewife material!”
Francesca blushed and glared at Lauren. Without further ado, she peeled back the red cloth covering the tray. "Let’s see what Mr. Sanford has brought us."
The moment the cloth was lifted, a brilliant golden light radiated outward, casting a warm glow on the crowd. Faces illuminated in golden hues, many spectators gasped in astonishment, their eyes wide with disbelief.