Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren) novel Chapter 1377

Zephyr and Esther thought the Stevens family of Bridgefields barely had the qualifications to show their faces, let alone speak up. However, when they saw Aspen receive a bottle of the Golden Cure from Andrew himself, both lit up with joy.

Just then, Andrew picked up another small bottle and casually walked over in their direction.

Zephyr immediately stepped forward. "Mr. Lloyd, what's the matter?"

His tone was careful.

Andrew smiled warmly. "Mr. Stevens, no need for all that formality. Just call me Andrew from now on. There's not much of the brew left, and Aspen already got her share. But since your family came all the way from Bridgefields, it must've been tiring. This little bottle is for you. It should help with your upcoming martial breakthrough."

Zephyr's hands shook, unsure whether to take it or not. It was not until Aspen gave a small, encouraging nod that he finally reached out, clutched it like treasure, and bowed deeply.

He said, "I won't waste words. Just know I'm endlessly grateful."

Esther quickly followed suit, bowing low without even daring to look Andrew in the eye.

By now, Andrew's status had reached untouchable levels, especially under the spotlight of the Grand Medical Summit. It was no exaggeration that if he so much as said the word, he would not even need to lift a finger, and the Stevens family of Bridgefields could be wiped from existence overnight.

"Alright. That's the last of it. Everyone, go home. This year's Grand Medical Summit is officially over."

With a casual clap of his hands, Andrew turned to leave.

However, a cold scoff sliced through the air, and Rafael, Mosby, and their entourage from the Advanced Medical Institute stormed forward, forcing their way through the crowd like a tidal wave.

No one dared stop them.

The usual warm smile was gone from Rafael's face, replaced by an icy glare. He growled, "Dr. Lloyd, why didn't I get any of that Golden Cure?"

Andrew chuckled and extended a hand. "Sure. But first, hand me something."

Rafael narrowed his eyes. "Hand you what?"

Andrew's voice was soft, but firm. "You want something from me, you pay for it. It's 100 million per bottle—however many bottles you want, that's how many hundreds of millions you pay!"

The outrageous price made everyone's eyelids twitch violently. They all thought Andrew was ruthless, as he was basically shooting fish in a barrel.

Preston and Clifford both erupted. "Andrew, you arrogant brat—how dare you price it that high? This is outrageous!"

Andrew shrugged with a wide grin. "Too expensive? Then walk away. Besides, isn't Mr. Driscoll one of the richest men in all of Gabo Creek? A few billion is just pocket change for you, isn't it?"

Rafael glared at Andrew. After a while, he said, "Dr. Lloyd, you really have it out for me, don't you? You keep disrespecting me. Did you forget who my family is? You don't get to act up here."