Chapter 66 Marcus the Scoundrel

Natalie turned and casually made a cup of tea in a disposable cup, setting it down in front of Marcus. "Mr. Holden, have some tea," she said. Marcus's eyes fell on the cup. Inside, the tea leaves floated gracefully in the clear water—a vibrant green, unmistakably high-quality. Yet, she had brewed it in a disposable cup. "Mr. Holden, are you looking down on disposable cups?" Natalie asked, sitting down with her own water bottle. She took a casual sip, her tone light as she continued, "Disposable cups are clean and hygienic. Use them once, toss them, and no need to worry about germs spreading." Marcus picked up the cup, brought it to his lips, and blew on it gently. After testing the temperature, he set it down. "It's too hot. I'll let it cool." Natalie smirked faintly, but her gaze said nothing more. Marcus shifted his attention to the medicine bag, pulling out the packets. He counted them one by one—30 doses, just as she'd said. Each packet was carefully labeled, indicating the