Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2522

A spark of excitement flashed in Saul's eyes. "That's not a big issue. As long as you're willing to make the elixir for the Robertson family, that's all that matters."

Andrew corrected him immediately. "Mr. Robertson Senior, you've got it wrong. I'm helping Belle, not the Robertson family. I'm not some self-sacrificing fool. After the way Mr. Robertson treated me, you think I'd still help the Robertsons? You've got to be kidding me. Anyway, bye, Belle."

Seeing that Andrew was really about to leave, Saul quickly shot a meaningful look at Emir.

Emir understood what that meant. Though he looked conflicted for a moment, he hurried forward and called out, "Andrew, wait a second. We can talk this out."

Andrew did not even turn around. "There's nothing to talk about. I don't like you, and I don't feel like wasting my breath."

Emir cursed under his breath, "This bastard's getting full of himself!"

But out loud, he forced a grin. "What happened earlier was just a misunderstanding. Andrew, hey Andrew, hold on! Sit down and have some tea first. We argued so intensely just now, going back and forth. At least have a drink to smooth things over. It's not every day I get to meet someone of your level."

Andrew brushed him off. "Get your hands off me. Don't touch me."

Emir's veins bulged with anger. The arrogant brat was not even pretending to be polite anymore. And just like that, Andrew really walked out.

Andrew shook off his hand. "Let go. Don't touch me."

Saul panicked, but as the head of the family, he could not bring himself to chase after him personally. Instead, he urged Isabelle, "Belle, go stop Andrew. Tell him I have something to say."

Isabelle immediately rushed over to invite Andrew back.

Once he returned to the room, he crossed his legs casually and said lazily, "So, Mr. Robertson Senior, what is it you want to discuss?"

Andrew's tone was now completely different. Earlier, he had been polite and accommodating. Now, he sat like a king on his throne, full of confidence and attitude.

Saul sighed, both impressed and exasperated. "I can't believe it. Your martial path was sealed off, but you managed to carve out another route in alchemy and make a name for yourself again."

Then, he said directly, "Andrew, let's be honest. The Robertson family needs your Life-Sustaining Elixir. Name your price."

Saul's expression darkened. "Grandpa desperately needs this Life-Sustaining Elixir. Everything you do right now is for the sake of the family. Do you really think you have the right to refuse?"

Emir fell silent, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. Rage burned in his eyes.

Andrew was shameless, truly beneath contempt!

"Well?" Andrew asked, raising an eyebrow. "If you're not doing it, I'm walking. I told you before: don't try to challenge me. When I was making waves in Chetvine, you were probably still playing in a sandbox somewhere."

Emir's hands trembled as he obediently took off Andrew's shoes.

Andrew immediately stretched his foot out and rested it right in Emir's lap without hesitation.

Emir's face twisted in disgust as he turned his head away and shouted, "What the hell is that smell?"