Maria widened her eyes in disbelief, "I have information on the whereabouts of the miracle doctor Saint Hand! Mortimer, you've been looking for him for so long, and now you're willing to give up this clue for Black Tide?"
No one dared to speak, their gazes drifting among the three.
Caleb Mamet was momentarily stunned, then lifted his deep eyes and sneered, "Miss Maria, when did I say that I rejected you because of Black Tide?"
Everyone gasped.
Caleb Mamet's expression was indifferent, his voice low and sharp like a sword, "I just find it beneath me to take someone like you as a disciple, and besides, no one can threaten me."
Maria's tears fell, and she stumbled back, "You'd rather give up the clue to the miracle doctor Saint Hand than take me as your disciple?"
"I remember rejecting Miss Maria many times, which should have been enough face-saving for you. Even your elder brother wouldn't dare to bother me. As for the miracle doctor Saint Hand, I'll ask your brother myself."
