Chapter 957

Irene spat, “With Mr. Wright backing our Christie, she’s going to be way more powerful than you! She’ll crush you under her feet—just wait and see!”

With that, the three members of the Stevens family scurried away, tails between their legs.

Francesca, still fuming, crossed her arms. “What is wrong with these people? Christina is getting more twisted by the day! That Quinton guy is ambitious as hell. The moment he set foot in Jayrodale, he tried to snatch the Titan Essence Pill and the Vitality Pill by force!

“And yet, Christina actually trusts him? Quinton is going to be even worse than Harvey–he’ll devour her whole!”

Andrew shrugged. “That’s her problem, not mine. You can’t wake someone up if they’re determined to keep pretending they’re in a dream.”

Francesca’s eyes flickered with thought. “Andrew, Quinton isn’t just some random guy. Maybe you should at least try to warn Christina, considering… you two had that kind of history?”

Andrew shook his head. “It’s pointless trying to talk sense into someone hell-bent on destruction. Besides, I’m not interested.”

Francesca smirked and let out a playful hum. “That’s more like it. Honestly, I was just throwing that out there. If you’d actually said yes and tried to meddle, I would’ve been really pissed!”

Andrew raised an eyebrow. “So you were setting me up, hoping I’d fall into the trap?”

Francesca giggled smugly. “And if I was? I’m not some clueless, naive girl!”

Andrew let out a low chuckle. “Well then, you’re getting the punishment stick tonight.”

Francesca gasped and pinched his waist hard, huffing, “You old perv! One day, Lauren and I are going to team up and drain you dry!”

Just then, a sleek luxury car pulled up outside Moonlit Apothecary, and a pregnant woman stepped out, holding an umbrella.

She did not walk in immediately but stood at the entrance, scanning the place with a critical eye. Then, with a lukewarm tone, she muttered, “I’ve heard so much about Moonlit Apothecary–how exclusive and high-class it supposedly is. But now that I see it in person… it’s really nothing special.”

Francesca’s expression darkened. She did not appreciate the insult, but she held her tongue since the woman was pregnant.

“Hello, ma’am. Are you here for a consultation or to pick up medicine?”

The pregnant woman scoffed. “Neither. My child is going to be the heir of our family. I wouldn’t dare use medicine from a small place like this!”

Francesca frowned. Something about this woman’s attitude seriously rubbed her the wrong way.

The woman waved a hand dismissively. “Go get Nyla for me. Tell her that her stepmother is here.”

Francesca blinked in surprise. “You’re Nyla’s stepmother?

The woman lifted her hand, flashing an enormous diamond ring. “Is that a problem? The new Mrs. Goth of Jayrodale–you seriously don’t recognize me? Your world must be awfully small.”

At that moment, Nyla rushed out, her expression uneasy the second she saw the woman. “Camilla, what brings you here?”

Camilla White shot Nyla an impatient glare. “How many times do I have to tell you? Don’t call me Camilla. Address me properly as Madam! I’m the lady of the house. If you mess it up again, I’ll make sure you never forget!"

Her fierce tone made Nyla flinch.

“I–I understand, Madam. I’ll remember next time!”

Camilla extended her hand expectantly. “I heard today is payday for you. Your dad works tirelessly to run the family business, while I am carrying the next heir to the Goth family. And yet, you–you’re the most useless of all!

“You live off the family, eat off the family, and you don’t even have a decent career. You’re just wasting time here at Moonlit Apothecary! But fine, we’ve given up on expecting anything from you. Just hand over your paycheck—it’s the least you can do to contribute.”