The Great Medical Saint

Matthew hadn't realized this before. He finally understood why Max had been silent earlier. He reached out and gently patted the dog's head. Max whimpered as if it was feeling aggrieved. Matthew raised his head and said to Ansel, "These siblings aren't safe for the time being. Let them stay here for a while and lay low."

Ansel nodded. "Don't worry. They'll be perfectly safe here."

Matthew nodded and placed Medieval Medicine on the table. "Here's the book."

Ansel, upon seeing Medieval Medicine, became somewhat excited. "You... you found the book? That's fantastic! Both the Medieval Aurreate Lineage and the book have been found." He picked up the book, gently caressing it as if it were a rare treasure.

After flipping through a few pages, he placed it on the desk and said to Matthew, "The first task is complete. Now, onto the second task, which is to find another book, called 'Codex Chillwind' and Healer's Satchel" Matthew was puzzled at the mention of Healer's Satchel. He knew that Codex Chillwind was medical literature written by Claude Bernard, a legendary physician. However, he had no idea what Healer's Sachet was. Ansel explained, "Healer's Satchel was a pouch that the legendary physician carried around with him to store medicine. These are just some clues for you to investigate further." With that, he handed Matthew a letter. Matthew opened the letter and read it. The more he read, the deeper his frown became. Finally, he folded the letter and put it back into the envelope. After offering a few words of advice to Jenny, he rose from his seat and left Opulent Club.

Outside the Opulent Club, Lucas approached him with an apologetic expression. "Mr. Grant, what happened today was entirely my fault. I misjudged the situation. I beg for your forgiveness."

Matthew had a cold expression on his face and glanced at Lucas indifferently before leaving without a word.

Upon seeing this, Lucas signaled to his sister. Layla shot him a glare before catching up to Matthew. She reached out and grabbed his arm, her voice sweet.

"I know my brother was wrong. I've already been scolding him, and he's realized his mistake. Please forgive him!"

Matthew felt the pressure of her full bosom against his arm, causing him to feel a strange sensation. He attempted to pull away, but the friction made it uncomfortable.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

He relented, saying, "Forget about forgiveness. Anyone who messes with me gets what's coming. Consider this a lesson. Don't push your luck again."

Layla's face lit up with a burst of joy. "Thank goodness! Thank you so much! By the way, I'm Layla Crane. Let's exchange contacts!"

Matthew's expression remained icy. "I don't add strangers."

With a swift move, he yanked his arm free while Layla wasn't paying attention and walked away quickly.

Layla stood there, her face shifting between shades of red and pale. It was the first time in her life she had ever asked a man for his contact number, and he had flatly rejected her! She just couldn't believe it.

Half an hour later, Matthew returned to Wealthwave Group. He sensed something amiss as soon as he stepped into the building.

The security guard at the entrance gave him a peculiar look. He also noticed people whispering and pointing at him. Clearly, something had happened. Matthew was puzzled and headed to the president's office on the top floor. As soon as he entered, he saw Rachel pacing anxiously like a cat on a hot tin roof. "What happened?" Matthew asked.

Rachel, looking deeply concerned, turned to him. "Matthew, what trouble have you gotten yourself into?"

He was bewildered by the question. "I haven't done anything," he replied, genuinely confused.

Rachel's face turned cold. "If you haven't done anything, then why is Sheldon looking for you?"

He was unfamiliar with Sheldon's name, but he quickly connected the dots, leading to Jeffrey. So, they had finally come for him. Maintaining a calm demeanor, Matthew played dumb. "Sheldon? Never heard of him. Why would he want anything to do with me?"

Rachel's face was tight with worry.

"Think carefully, Matthew. What have you done? You might not

realize it, but Sheldon isn't someone you can afford to mess with

"He's not like that spoiled brat, Jeffrey. You'd be in serious trouble if you offended him."

Matthew met her worried gaze and tried to calm her down. "Look, don't worry about it. I can deal with the Smith family."

Rachel shook her head, doubt and frustration evident on her face. "How exactly are you going to deal with it? Just stay in the company and don't get into any more trouble. I'm tired

of cleaning up after your messes."