"What?! Raymond can't possibly lose!" Rage seared through Camren.
Oh, God! I just want to enjoy my barbecue meat! Why are you playing with me?!
"All right, you lost. Now, you have to listen to me; return to your room and lie down obediently."
Camren had run out of energy, so he allowed Rebecca to drag him back into the room.
"You are still very powerful. It's just that Irvin is faster than usual," Elise consoled Raymond while assisting him in getting up.
"After all, I've underestimated my enemy." Raymond was embarrassed.
"It must be that bottle of wine!"
Irvin was initially distressed about the match. Zephyr did not give him any special physical training, so it was impossible for Irvin to outperform Raymond. Raymond was reminded of the bottle of wine that Zephyr had coaxed Irvin to drink half an hour ago when Elise commented on Irvin's agility.
"Isn't it true that the effect gives you the sensation that your blood is boiling all over your body?" Zephyr smirked at Irvin and raised an eyebrow.
Seeing this, Narissa reacted angrily and yelled, "Why are you giving Irvin stimulants? This is unethical!"
"Does the competition have a rule against taking medicine?" Zephyr questioned her sarcastically, blinking at her.
"You—" Narissa was enraged yet speechless.
He incited her. "What? Are you backing out now? Leave if you can't afford to lose!"
"You've got a lot of guts! I'll bet my bottom dollar that it'll end in tears! Otherwise, I'll be your maid for the next month!" She had no intention of repudiating.
If she welched, she would be no different than Zephyr, the sc*mbag.
"Hey, everyone heard it—she did it of her own volition. I didn't force her!" Zephyr invited the audience to testify.
"That's right. I did it voluntarily," she said. "And prepare yourself for the most 'memorable' month of your life, Zephyr!"
She strode away after warning him.
"That's fantastic, Doc!"
Jamie, who was enjoying the argument, secretly gave Zephyr a thumbs up.
"Keep up, Jamie!"
"I'm coming, Honey!" Narissa yelled. They then walked away together.
The food was almost gone, the excitement had worn off, and the audience had left.
Raymond regained his normal state after Zephyr administered the antidote to him. After that, he mysteriously pulled Zephyr aside.
"Doc, do you still have any of that medicine for Young Master Irvin?" Raymond inquired, a toady smile on his face.
"Are you interested? Here you go! One hundred thousand for a tube. Buy five and get one free. How many do you want?" Zephyr said as he took out a bunch of test tubes the size of a syringe.
"How is it so cheap? You spent so much time researching and developing the medicine; shouldn't you be selling it at a higher price?" Raymond was baffled.
"You're so dumb. Can you afford it if I raise the price?" Zephyr was getting restless.
"No," Raymond said, shaking his head.
"Exactly!" Zephyr ensured no one was around before leaning in close and whispering, "To be honest, Area X is full of these medicines. It's time for Smith Co. to keep up with current news!"
"Huh? If that's the case, why have you been in seclusion for so long?" Raymond looked at him with curiosity.
"Tsk," Zephyr uttered as he placed an arm on Raymond's shoulders. He then added mysteriously, "If I don't pretend that the work is difficult, Young Master Irvin will think that it's an easy feat. He will make more challenging requests, and I'll be the one who suffers, won't I?"
"You're so cunning!" Raymond realized Zephyr's explanation.
"What are you on about? This is a good strategy that I doubt you will comprehend. Are you going to buy the medicine?"
"Oh yes! As Young Master Irvin's doctor, your ingenuity and wisdom are more than adequate!" Raymond smiled and lavished compliments on Zephyr.
"You're such a sweet talker." Hearing the compliments, Zephyr handed Raymond a bottle of pills and said, "This is for you."
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