Chapter 2277

Amari stroked his beard and said, “You know her. She’s Mikayla Owens, the Owens family’s princess in Chetvine.”

Andrew froze mid-step. Then, he shook his head again. “So it’s her? Forget it. Mikayla today isn’t the same Mikayla from ten years ago. She’s changed, and she doesn’t see me as a senior with any authority anymore.

“Whether she does it on purpose or not, she’s always looking to challenge me. I have no interest in humiliating her in person, but I also have no interest in meeting her.”

Amari was surprised. “Oh? So that’s how it is. Well, I know your temper. If you don’t want to see her, then don’t. The Owens family is indeed gaining power in Chetvine, and Mikayla is in the spotlight.

“Some powerful families are already eyeing her as a potential daughter-in-law. However, that girl is blind to true fortune. With your brilliance right in front of her, her arrogance is nothing but laughable.”

Andrew waved his hand as he left. “That’s enough. I’m heading out.”

Amari hurried after him. “Let me walk you out.”

Once Andrew was gone, Amari’s expression turned cold as he returned to the Sovereign’s Apothecary.

He muttered, “So that brat has fallen out with Andrew, huh? In that case, why should I waste my breath teaching her alchemy? The Owens family may act untouchable in Chetvine, but I’ll be damned if I don’t put her in her place.”

Although Amari and Andrew had a big age gap and different standings, his respect for Andrew was genuine. Their years studying under the God of Medicine made Amari, stubborn as he was, deeply admire Andrew as his senior.

Although Andrew had just brushed it off earlier without badmouthing Mikayla, Amari was already seething with rage.

What did this little princess think she was?

Did she really think that just because the Owens family had some influence in Chetvine now, she could act all high and mighty?

Amari remembered what Mikayla was like back then. She practically threw herself at Andrew every chance she got.

The angrier he got, the heavier Amari’s footsteps became as he stormed back into Sovereign’s Apothecary with a dark expression.

“Mr. Goodman!”

The junior alchemists, students, and staff members at Sovereign’s Apothecary all greeted him as he passed. Amari said nothing, but some of the more perceptive students clearly felt the storm brewing on his face.

Coming toward him were Mikayla and her loyal lapdog, Caden.

“Mr. Goodman, what’s wrong? Why do you look so upset?” Mikayla put on an affectionate act, stepping forward to grab Amari’s sleeve.

At the same time, she smiled sweetly. “Mr. Goodman, I brought you some wine. I treat you well, right? You can drink the wine, but you have to introduce me to your senior!”

This was where Mikayla was truly dangerous. In front of powerful elders, she put on this harmless, sweet, and charming act that was very endearing.

At first, Amari had genuinely valued Mikayla quite a bit.

Caden handed over a jug of wine with a smile. “Mr. Goodman, this is what Mikayla brought for you. Go ahead and smell it. But you can’t drink it here, or Madam Baxter will punish us again if she sees it.”

Amari took the jug. Then, with a loud crash, he smashed it on the ground without saying a word.

“Who told you to bring alcohol in here, huh? This kind of thing had better not happen again. And you, Mikayla… This is a public place. What’s with all the touchy-feely stuff? Let go of my arm!”

His series of angry shouts left Mikayla completely stunned.

Caden’s face turned pale with terror as he frantically apologized.