He had showered her with expensive gifts, and instead of winning her over, she had just thought he was being tacky.
If he hadn't seen how ruthlessly Maeve had schemed to get her hands on the Mandrake from Sylvia Rose's bag earlier that day, it never would have clicked for him.
The White family had been accumulating wealth for generations. Their private vaults were stuffed with unimaginable treasures.
While ancient spirit-roots and Mandrakes weren't exactly growing like weeds, they were definitely in stock.
Pulling a dozen premium roots from the vault to give to Maeve was child's play for Andres.
While Maeve was taking her afternoon nap, he had instructed Butler Tanner to get to work.
He told him to scour the vaults and bring up anything even remotely related to medicine.
The only rule: it had to be insanely rare, so his wife wouldn't think it was cheap.
Andres asked tentatively, "Maeve, will any of this be useful for your pharmacology research?"
Maeve pointed a finger at the millennium spirit-roots.
"You're asking me if this is useful for research?"
Just slicing a tiny piece of millennium spirit-roots and placing it under the tongue of someone on their deathbed could keep them breathing.
Using something this extravagantly rare for basic lab work? Andres might not care, but Maeve certainly couldn't stomach the waste.
"This is just a small sample," Andres assured her.
"There's too much stuff in the vaults, so it's going to take some time to sort through."
"It's getting late today, but next time we're at the manor, you can go down to the vault and pick whatever you want."
"If you see something you like, just take it. Don't hold back."
"And if there's something you need that we don't have, just write me a list and I'll have my people track it down."
Andres had connections in every corner of the globe.
If it existed on this planet, he could find it.
Maeve stared at him.
Why was Andres suddenly looking so incredibly handsome?
These herbs were infinitely better than the piles of diamonds he'd given her before.
Maeve was already doing the math in her head, calculating just how ridiculously powerful the pills she could synthesize from this level of spirit-roots and Mandrake would be.
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