Chapter 578

Finley’s eyelid twitched violently. “What do you mean by that? I’m warning you–don’t go spreading rumors!”

Andrew chuckled. “Oh, it seems Mr. Moore values his reputation quite a bit. But here’s the thing–this is my Moonlit Apothecary. You’ve eaten and drunk here without paying, and that’s just unacceptable.”

He leaned in a little and added with a smirk, “All it takes is one loud announcement from me, and soon, everyone in Jayrodale will know you’re nothing more than a broke freeloader. Think about your uncle’s reputation!”

Finley’s expression darkened further as Andrew casually said, “So, Mr. Moore, why not save face and swipe that card? Or perhaps consider applying for a loan?”

At the mention of Hidden Dragons’ reputation, the faces of the other gang members grew serious. They could tolerate embarrassment, but their leader’s reputation? That was sacred.

“Mr. Moore, just pay something. It’s not worth the fallout.”

“Yeah, if word gets out that Hidden Dragons can’t even cover a meal, we’ll never hear the end of it.”

“You know how these stories spread like wildfire. It’ll be bad for everyone if this guy makes a scene.”

Their words only fueled Finley’s frustration. His face flushed red, and for a moment, he thought his head might explode from the sheer humiliation. Lauren and Francesca were already doubled over, their sides aching from laughter.

Andrew had cornered him perfectly, and Finley knew it. The thought of being publicly shamed like this was unbearable.

“Fine, you win,” Finley growled through clenched teeth. “How much do you want?”

Andrew smiled cheerfully, rubbing his hands together. “Mr. Moore, you’ve asked the million-dollar question. The more, the better, of course.”

Finley’s face contorted in rage. “More? Give me a damn number! I swear, if you push me further, we’re going to have a problem!”

Andrew paused as if deep in thought before saying, “Alright then. Since you’re being so reasonable, how about a modest 50 million?”

The air seemed to freeze.

“50 million?” Finley practically choked on his own breath.

The other Hidden Dragons crew gaped at Andrew, their fury barely restrained. If looks could kill, Andrew would have been a pile of ash. Meanwhile, Lauren and Francesca gasped audibly.

“50 million? Andrew, are you out of your damn mind?!” Finley roared, his face twisted with fury. “You think I’m made of money? You’re asking for death, you greedy bastard!”

The tension skyrocketed. Finley was not bluffing anymore; he was one bad word away from flipping the table and going all out. He was not poor, but Hidden Dragons was not his personal bank, and there was no way he would casually fork over that kind of cash.

Moreover, 50 million was not a small amount–money did not grow on trees, after all.