For nearly half an hour, they fussed over him, treating him like a VIP guest.
Ethan, however, remained indifferent to all the hospitality. After sipping his tea once, he waved his hand.
"Alright, Sir, Ma'am," he said casually, but with a firm undertone. "That's enough. Let's get down to business." Hearing this, Harold Winters and Lillian immediately straightened up, their expressions turning serious.
Ethan placed his teacup down gently and looked at them intently.
"So…," he began, his tone calm yet authoritative. "…I came here to help you, and I do intend to do so. But before we move forward, I need to make something clear."
His eyes sharpened slightly.
"You've seen the effects of this ointment for yourselves. There's no doubt that it will become a craze once it enters the market." He paused. "But… because of how effective it is, the raw materials required to make it are extremely expensive."
