The Hidden Urban Wealthy Alchemy

Triumph.

Naturally, Pamila Wu quickly gained the audience's affection. These individuals were now using advice-filled, even offensive, language to criticize Taylor.

"You have chosen the path of evil in order to succeed, yet you are still the same. Before it's too late, stop!" The elderly man with the stick gave advice.

"Oh, how ignominious. He looks like a punk, and he says he can make medications using old recipes? Whoever he is, I fear the product he's giving is garbage."

Taylor was the one who had to keep quiet. "Is it really that difficult to get started? Why is no one believing me?" Taylor voiced his displeasure.

Taylor found it difficult to maintain faith in the Alchemist's riches system. However, Taylor never gave up hope because he kept in mind his $200,000 lottery win and the $1 million prize he would receive if he sold his first pill.

Regretfully, he witnessed Grace's shadow make its way into the Oldies and Goldies hall. She had Brandon's hand in hers. Taylor averted his gaze to evade the couple's recognition. Unfortunately, though. Grace was intrigued by the ruckus the throng was making. She went to watch the crowd with Brandon, her boyfriend.

"Honey, the bidding is still ongoing. Let's check in to see how customer service is doing. I don't want to miss out on any potential souvenir giveaways that they may be having!"

Grace has a natural tendency toward greed. Unlike Brandon, whose father was the managing director of the bank where Grace's father worked as an administrative staff member, she would accept any present as long as it was free. Brandon was hesitant to retract his hand, even if Grace was leading the way.

However, Brandon's eyes grew wide when Grace let out a loud cry.

"Hey Taylor! Are things going well for you now? I assumed you were still in bed, or perhaps ill. Take a look at how awful you look. Your entire body smells. Are you not taking a shower for days?

Grace let out a high-pitched cry before he opened his LV handbag and sprayed a cheap perfume all over Taylor's body to get rid of the stench. Grace displayed the $10,000 Louis Vuitton purse on purpose to dazzle onlookers.

But her deeds left no impression on anyone. In its class, the LV bag was simply the least expensive. Grace's perfume, meanwhile, was merely an inferior brand. What then would astonish people?

It was just Pamila Wu who was moved by Grace's gesture in the room. With a jealous look in her eyes, the girl turned to face Grace. She thought to herself, "This bitch must have sold her body for that famous bag and top-brand perfume!"

Abruptly, the protocol's powerful, baritone voice could be heard saying. "This is Mr. Jacob Smith. The President Director of Oldies and Goldies will formally launch this year's big auction in a short while."

On the steps going to the second level of the building, everyone looked up at the majestic Jacob Smith and raised their cups of wine in a toast.

Jacob Smith fell suddenly and unintentionally; he was face down on the stairs and there was a clinking sound as the glass cup slid out of his hand.

Chaos abounds!

The protocol's voice sounded frantic as chaos descended across the scene. "Is a physician present? First aid is needed for Mr. Jacob Smith."

Taylor had a thumping heart. Was this a sign from above showing him what a D-rank Alchemist and Healer he was in this day and age?

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Mr. Smith passed out, and Taylor could feel his heart pound. "I have a fantastic opportunity here. No, the sky has not ignored my predicament!"

While everyone else was frozen with horror, Taylor hurriedly fled down the stairs. Even with the crowd, nobody was doing anything to assist; they were just chatting and appearing busy.

"Get out of the way! Permit me to assist Mr. Smith.

The sound of Taylor's persuasive speech won everyone over. This was the doctor who attended this unusual auction, at least according to their notions. Many people were giving praise.

"Well, our luck was in. There was a doctor in the Goldies & Oldies waiting room by coincidence. Mr. Smith still has hope!" "Please, avoid crowding! Allow the medic to pass."

Mr. Smith had already collapsed upon the sofa as the throng cleared out to make room for the physician. With a bending back, the man placed something in Mr. Smith's mouth. And there was a collective sigh of relief.

Nevertheless, everything shifted 180 degrees. The young, mad boy with medicines to sell at auction was facing the doctor, who turned to smile. Everyone's expression turned ugly at once.

"What are you doing?" It was Pamila Wu who responded first.

Pamila responded promptly in her capacity as a customer service agent, hoping that her grievance would draw the Oldies' and Goldie's management's attention. "This is my opportunity to leave my mark," she considered.

Pamila remarked icily, "Didn't you give her the pills you said you concocted?" as she pulled on Taylor's hoodie. Pamila's expression was shocked. Pamila grabbed the pill tube out of Taylor's fingers and threw it into the floor, seemingly spilling its contents.

Void There was nothing in the tube.

This indicated that Mr. Smith had either swallowed the drugs or had them broken down in his stomach. "Y-you killed Mr. Smith!"

Pamila felt enraged instantly and acted more theatrically. "Y-you want to poison Mr. Smith?"

The others, who had recognized the young man right away, joined in Taylor's contempt upon seeing Pamila's fear.

"Hey, Rash! Do you consider yourself a doctor of god?

Taylor simply stood with his back to the wall in a corner. He was surrounded by wealthy individuals who behaved fiercely, as though they intended to devour him.

"Idiotic child! "One wrong move and you could wind up behind bars!" was the threat made to Taylor.

"This is undoubtedly a deliberate murder. I have to give you the death penalty!" The wearer of the mink fur coat swore.

"I hope your crap medications don't cause Mr. Smith to pass away from problems! You are now free to pray." As she smashed the pill bottle on the ground, Pamila Wu yelled at Taylor.

Taylor remained composed and prayed at that moment. "May the medication's effects kick in quickly! I want to see these despicable people come to me after Mr. Smith dies and beg for medicines! I cannot be deceived by the Nine Paths of Heaven!"

Even though everything was crazy at Oldies and Goldies, Grace and Brandon were holding hands.

"Honey, Taylor is no longer a concern for you. She won't file a lawsuit against you for assault that evening. Look, she's despised by all. Grace purred.

"There's no need for you to take action, but fate has decreed that trash boy will end up in prison!" Glancing up, Grace brushed her breasts against Brandon's, and the two planted an obnoxious kiss in front of everyone.

Brandon seems to have been nervous ever since.

He was terrified that Taylor would act on his fear and call the police to report what he had done that evening. Brandon gave Grace a serious look and said, "It seems like luck is still on my side." "Grace you are my lucky charm!"

The two then adhered to each other like postcards and stamps.

Is today an unlucky day for Taylor, while luck has always blessed Grace and Brandon?

Continued.