Natalie thought it was ridiculous that others believed they coulde into Goodwill Pharmacy, throw a tantrum, and act entitled just because they had money. Did they really believe Goodwill Pharmacy would put up with any humiliation just to make a sale? Not a chance.


    Thomas nodded firmly. "Got it. I''ll give the order. No matter whoes to pick up Julia''s medicine, we won''t sell it."


    "But Nat, I overheard your call with Mr. Sinir. If he shows up and tries to plead with us, are we selling it to him or not?" Thomas asked curiously.


    Although Sinir Group was not on the level of the Walker family, they were still a legacy corporation in Dithoria State. The older generation of Sinirs had been influential figures, though thepany had declined under Ivan''s leadership.


    Nevertheless, even a faltering giant stillmanded respect in certain circles. Hence, Goodwill Pharmacy had always maintained a professional rtionship with them.


    Of course, that respect had note cheap. In the past two years, they had made five million dors from Julia''s prescriptions alone-2.5 million dors per year.


    Thomas chuckled to himself at the amount, snapping out of his thoughts when Natalie spoke. "Don''t worry, Mr. Zachman. Let Ivane. I understand exactly what Mr. Langton intended."


    "Got it. I''ll follow your lead," Thomas replied.


    "Good. You can prepare Julia''s prescription, but wait for my signal before brewing it," Natalie said.


    Then, she checked her phone and saw a new message from Marcus. She opened it to find a list of familiar dishes.


    Marcus: "I already asked Noah to deliver these. Make sure you eat on time. Your health matters."


    Natalie: "?"


    Marcus: "Send me a picture when you''re done. I need to confirm that you didn''t skip the meal."


    Natalie sighed, thinking, "Is Marcus serious right now? What is he, my babysitter? I''m not a child who needs reminders to eat."


    Then, another message from Marcus arrived. "If you need my help with Sophia''s situation, just say the word."


    Natalie: "Marcus, do you really have so much free time on your hands?"


    Marcus: "Not really."


    He was actually extremely busy, but no matter how hectic things got, he would always make time for her.


    Marcus: "The food should be there soon. Let me know what you want next time, and I''ll have Noah deliver it."


    Natalie: "Thanks, but there''s no need to trouble yourself."


    Marcus: "It''s no trouble. I owe you, Natalie, and you''re not stopping me from paying that debt."


    Natalie groaned internally, not knowing how to reply to his message. She had known it was a mistake to let Marcus find out she was his savior.


    Now, there was no undoing it. Whatever. If he wanted to send food, let him.


    "Ms. Walker, Mr. Sinir is here. He''s asking to see you," Zane said nervously as he peeked through the curtain.


    "Ms. Walker, that old hag probably tattled on you. Be careful! Don''t worry, though. I''m here to protect you," he added.


    Zane barely had time to finish pledging his loyalty before Noah casually moved him aside. "Mr. Holt, excuse me," Noah said politely with a nod and a smile.


    Zane secretly grumbled, "Excuse me, my ass! You''re not sorry at all."


    Noah stood at the entrance holding a beautifully designed food container. "Ms. Walker, may Ie in?"


    "Leave it on the front counter," Natalie replied, her expression darkening.


    The rules at Goodwill Pharmacy clearly needed tightening. People were getting way toofortable barging into the back rooms.


    "Zane, go buy a keypad door lock and install it," she ordered coldly as she stepped out of the inner office.


    Sensing her displeasure, Noah immediately bowed slightly in apology. "I apologize, Ms. Walker. I was just following Mr. Holden''s instructions. He specifically ordered me to deliver the food directly into your hands."


    Natalie sighed and epted the bag. Without even looking at it, she ced it on


    a nearby counter. "Thank Marcus for me, but tell him not to do this again."


    "I''ll ry your message," Noah replied with a respectful nod. Whether Marcus


    would actually listen was another matter entirely.


    "Ms. Walker, you''re finally here," Ivan greeted nervously.


    He had not been waiting long, but his anxiety was clearly building. He took a step forward, but Noah casually moved to block his path.


    "Ms. Walker," Noah called with perfect courtesy. "Mr. Holden instructed me to assist you with anything in case of trouble. While he''s away, I''m authorized to act on his behalf."


    Though his words were polite, they were clearly meant for Ivan.


    "Alright. Thanks, Noah," Natalie said with a slight smirk.


    Ivan''s helper had been arrogant, but Marcus'' bodyguard was no pushover either.


    She figured she might as well sit back and enjoy the show.


    Ivan''s face paled, then flushed with frustration. He was already on edge about dealing with the Walker family''s legitimate heiress, and now Marcus had thrown in an extra?ayer of intimidation. Whatever Ivan said or did next would have to be handled delicately.


    "I''ll stand by and not interfere," Noah said, stepping back with aposed demeanor. Though smaller than Elijah, he was known to be the more dangerous brother.


    Elijah was brash and physical, but


    once he was done with a fight, it was over. On the other hand, Noah was subtle-people who crossed him often found themselves gued by a series of misfortunes afterward, with no evidence linking him to their troubles.


    "Mr. Sinir, you''vee?" Natalie''s cool gaze fell on Ivan, and her tone was equally frosty.


    "If you''re here to buy medicine, I''m afraid Goodwill Pharmacy can''t afford to sell to the Sinirs."


    "No, I came to apologize," Ivan said hastily. He signaled to his bodyguards. "Bring Wendy inside."


    The guards obeyed, escorting Wendy back into the pharmacy. Wendy''s voice was full of venom as she shrieked, "That''s her! That woman refused to sell Madam Sinir''s medicine! She''s clearly disrespecting you, Mr. Sinir!"


    "Oh..." Natalie drawled, her tone dripping with mockery as she locked eyes with Ivan.


    "Your helper is quite bold, Mr. Sinir. Should I be worried about Goodwill Pharmacy''s future in Dithoria? Do I need your staff''s approval to keep my doors open?"


    She lightly tapped the counter with her fingers. "Sinir Group is truly intimidating, isn''t it?"


    "You misunderstand, Ms. Walker," Ivan stammered, his face turning an ugly shade


    of red. Without warning, he raised his hand and delivered a fierce p across Wendy''s face.


    He snarled, "Shut up, you worthless fool! You''ve really gotten full of yourself, huh? Julia doesn''t even


    dare act this arrogantly in public


    and she''s the mistress who wed her way into her position! Who the helf do you think you are?"


    The force of the p sent Wendy stumbling backward, crashing to the floor.