Master of Medicine The Saintly Healer

Chapter 127

Shane nodded, visibly impressed by Rachel’s business acumen.

“You’re right. He did cure me, but I wouldn’t just make such a decision out of gratitude. But Mr. Grant’s skills opened my eyes to the wonders of traditional medicine. After being passed down for thousands of years, I believe traditional medicine has its own value.

“With a miracle doctor like Mr. Grant in Wealthwave Group, I’m certain that your products will be a boon for patients. I look forward to the boundless prospects in our partnership.”

At last, Rachel felt reassured. This was all thanks to Matthew. She’d made the right choice by bringing him along, after all.

She turned toward him and beamed. With her radiant smile, the stiffness in her features was dispelled. She looked breathtaking, to say the least.

Matthew’s heart fluttered when he met her gaze. He had to admit that she appeared cold when she didn’t smile, but he simply couldn’t resist her. Her luscious lips and pretty face were practically inviting him to kiss her.

He felt as if he were a traveler lost in the desert who came across an oasis after being deprived of water for two days. How he wished he could quench his thirst right away.

Instinctively, Matthew swallowed hard.

As soon as Rachel noticed his throat bobbing, her smile instantly froze in place.

She glared at him, then turned back to Shane to discuss the contract renewal.

Realizing that he’d lost his composure, Matthew flushed. He found himself different from how he’d acted when he dated at the age of 18 or 19. Back then, he was very cautious–afraid of slipping up and leaving a bad impression. The only thoughts he now had in his mind when he encountered a beauty like Rachel were to kiss her and hold her hand, then proceed to take her to bed.

However, he hadn’t even kissed or held hands with Rachel despite knowing her for quite some time, let alone taking her to bed.

Matthew began to ponder how he should speed things up.

In the basement parking lot, Jeffrey dialed a number in his car. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Ian, bring some men over right now. I want to get rid of someone.”

Ian was a skilled martial artist. Instead of modern combat sports like boxing, he practiced ancient martial arts. Very few people knew about this–not even Jeffrey.

Yet, Jeffrey was perfectly aware that Ian was ruthless. He once witnessed Ian fighting a champion in the Octagonal Arena, and it was a deadly battle.

His opponent’s nose was shattered, and he ended up with not just a fractured arm and ruptured cornea, but also intracranial bleeding. Blood literally gushed out of his mouth, nose, and eyes.

Calling it a tragedy was an understatement.

Now, Jeffrey intended to let lan torture Matthew to death with the exact same methods.

As the hired hitman of the Smith family, lan was no amateur to such requests. Remaining calm when he heard Jeffrey, he asked casually, “Alright. How many people do you need? Is six enough?”

Jeffrey glanced at the picture on his phone. “Actually, one should be enough with your skills. But I still have to abduct a woman–that’s my real purpose, in fact.

“I’ll send you her photo later. Don’t get the wrong person.”

Jan chuckled. “Rest assured, I won’t. I’ll come in that special RV that ensures you a private enclosure,”