Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2505

Devin chuckled calmly. "Who said I won't renew the contract? Of course, if you, Mr. Orben, feel uncomfortable working with us or think the Iron Sword Sect isn't worth your time, then I'll have no choice but to take my business elsewhere and find another partner."

Theon's face went pale. He quickly said, "Mr. Kaplan, you know that's not what I meant. I just got a little too worked up earlier. Iron Sword Sect is one of our must-have partners at Sovereign's Apothecary."

Andrew did not say a word. He simply listened quietly, though he could not help but shake his head.

Every time something happened, that old fool Theon would lose his temper like his pants were on fire. He completely forgot who was chasing whom in this negotiation.

Right now, it was the Sovereign's Apothecary who needed the Iron Sword Sect, not the other way around.

Moreover, Devin was no ordinary man. He was sharp, one of those rare types who could read a room before anyone else even realized they were being watched. In front of someone like him, talking too much would only make you look like an idiot.

The only thing that could impress Devin was real substance. Without real offers or benefits, it did not matter how persuasive you sounded; he would not even look your way.

Devin scanned the room and paused on Andrew for a moment longer than usual before finally speaking. "Let's cut to the chase. Earlier, Sovereign's Apothecary offered to keep the same pricing but add 100 more third-grade pills. That's your show of sincerity, and I appreciate that. But Andrew here also has something to say."

He added, "I've always believed in fairness and open discussion. Whether it's Sovereign's Apothecary or Andrew here, I don't intend to offend either side. So, I'll leave the decision to both of you; whichever offer makes the most sense for Iron Sword Sect, that's the one we'll go with."

The room fell silent.

That was when Mikayla jumped in with a cold laugh. "You heard him, Andrew. Mr. McClure just asked what gives you the right to even be here. Or did you show up just to embarrass yourself?"

Franco narrowed his eyes, a faint gleam of power flashing through them. His strength was no joke; he was a high-ranking Martial Saint, just one step away from the level of a martial emperor.

Andrew finally spoke, his tone calm. "You want to know what gives me the right, Mikayla? What kind of question is that? It's truly beneath you. I am here as a representative of the Medicine God's Covenant, and you ask me what qualifications I have? You are merely a second-generation alchemist from the Sovereign's Apothecary."

He added, "Meanwhile, Theon is only an eighth-grade divine alchemist. In my eyes, he's nothing more than a bottom-feeder, not even worth mentioning."