CHAPTER HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN

RICHARD’S POV

“Impossible,” John muttered, his voice barely audible above the excited chatter. “Absolutely impossible.”

I just smiled. He wanted a show? He got one.

"So, you thought I was all talk, huh?" I chuckled, watching the defeated look etched on John's face. Sweat beaded on his forehead, probably regretting every word he said just moments ago.

He'd been all puffed up, trying to expose me as a fraud in front of Mr. Dennis and everyone else. Now? He looked like a deflated balloon, his face paler than a sheet.

A small crowd had started to form, buzzing with whispers about the 'miracle cure' they'd just witnessed. Everyone seemed to have some ailment they wanted addressed.

"Look, Richard," Mr. Dennis, ever the composed businessman, raised his voice slightly above the murmurs. "I understand everyone is eager, but we’re in the middle of a banquet.” He paused, his eyes scanning the expectant faces. "Let’s continue this after dinner, shall we?"

The crowd, although disappointed,
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