Sophia''s sharp gaze flickered briefly before she turned her head to nce at Conrad. After a moment of staring, she finally spoke up, "I''m moving out. You''ll need to smooth things over with Uncle and Aunt for me, and then I''ll give you what you''re after."


    Conrad let out a soft chuckle, a cold edge to his voice as he replied, "You think you can just walk away from the Keller family? Not happening."


    Sophia straightened up, her voice cool andposed, "Looks like you don''t want what I''m offering. If that''s the case, there''s nothing more to say."


    She slipped the porcin bottle back into her pocket and took a couple of steps back, hand reaching for the door, ready to close it.


    Conrad frowned, quickly stepping forward to block the door, "Are you testing my patience on purpose?"


    Sophia paused, her eyes showing a look Conrad had never seen before-part mocking, part something else. After a beat, she said, "You''re mistaken. What''s in front of you is a choice. Got it?"


    Moving out was nothing for her, and dealing with the mafia for medicine was just for the Keller family''s sake. And it would be thest time.


    Conrad licked his dry lips. His cousin was bold, ready to spread her wings and fly.


    Just as he was about to speak, Sophia, as if reading his mind, smirked slightly and said, "If we reallye to blows, who do you think will look worse?"


    Conrad kept his gaze on her, understanding her implication. After a moment, he finally spoke, "You can move out, but hand over all your forms. I''ll handle my parents for you."


    "There are no forms, just S-grade medicine," Sophia replied, pulling the porcin bottle from her pocket again, taking her time before offering it, "This is thest time I''m helping you. There won''t be another."


    "What am I supposed to do with your medicine? I need the forms," Conrad said, clearly annoyed.


    He was sure his cousin had secret forms; she wasn''t rich, yet her medicines were always top-notch on the market.


    Rare medicines run out, but forms can be used over and over. Anyone could see which was more valuable.


    Did she really think one bottle of medicine would suffice?


    No way.


    "I already told you, there are no forms," Sophia said, her tone icy, gripping the bottle firmly, "Take it or leave it."


    Conrad, though skeptical about theck of forms, knew her well enough to realize that pushing her could mean losing both the forms and the medicine.


    With a stern look, Conrad extended his hand, "Hand it over."


    "I''ll give it to you when I move out tomorrow," Sophia said inly.


    Conrad scoffed, "How do I know your medicine meets my standards?"


    Sophia opened the bottle, letting him catch a whiff. After ten seconds, she pulled it back and capped it, "Tomorrow at nine in the morning."


    With that, she shut the door, not even asking if it met his standards.


    The scent of the medicine lingered in Conrad''s nose, unmistakably S-grade. Regaining hisposure, he looked at the closed door, his gaze turning cold. Thinking moving out would set her free?


    How naive.


    Conrad let out a coldugh and turned to head downstairs.


    **


    Meanwhile, at the Pharmaceutical Association...


    David wrapped up his meeting with the head of the herbal cultivation base. After


    the person left, his assistant handed him a cup of warm water, saying, "Cultivating rare herbs is tough, and finding a skilled herbalist is no easy feat. The prices they''re asking are just sky-high."