The Great Medical Saint

Tracy frowned. "Are you going to watch me strip?"

Matthew nodded. "Even if I shut my eyes now, I'm still gonna look at you later. Just hurry up, okay? Stop wasting time."

Tracy gnashed her teeth angrily. There was nothing gentlemanly about him whatsoever! Since he would see her naked anyway, she stopped thinking about the matter and started stripping. As she unbuttoned her shirt, the fair skin of her chest was unveiled. Matthew couldn't help swallowing at the sight of it. Her figure especially her chest-was gorgeous. When Tracy saw him ogling her after she was done stripping, she urged angrily, "Hurry up and treat me!"

Matthew stood up with a smile. "I'm coming."

He held her and moved her so she was lying on her front instead of on her side. Then, he scrutinized her lumbar vertebrae.

Tracy couldn't help shifting uneasily when she felt his eyes staring at her back. Matthew smacked her on the ass when she kept moving. "Stop moving!"

She yelped, feeling like the spot he'd smacked was burning up. Her face flushed, and she protested, "I- If you do that again, I won't let you off the hook!"

Matthew spanked her thrice more without saying another word. He couldn't believe she was still so stubborn when she couldn't even move.

He said coldly, "I'd like to see just how you won't let me off the hook."Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Tracy trembled all over. Her ass tingled from his spanking, making her feel both embarrassed and angry. "Y-You've crossed the line!"

He said huffily, "Well, you crossed the line when you slapped me earlier."

As he spoke, he placed one hand on her waist and the other on her ass. Then, he applied some force. A crisp crack rang out, and he dusted his hands. "You're good to go. Get up." Tracy had yet to process what had happened. "Wait, you're done already?"

Matthew laughed. "What's that supposed to mean? You want a few more spanks?"

She got to her feet and tried moving-she really was fine! She scoffed at Matthew's words and snarled, I'm warning you. You'd better

er keep your mouth shut about

what happened today. Don't tell Rae about this, or I'll really have your

skin!"

He shrugged. "I couldn't care less."

Just then, an ambulance's siren rang out. Matthew and Tracy looked out the window to see some medical personnel taking Chad away on a stretcher.

Ant and his men were hiding by the entrance and quietly observing the situation, seemingly waiting for something.

Tracy asked, "What should we do next?"

Matthew smiled. "Don't ask me. I'm just a driver."

She couldn't help looking saddened as she recalled the things she'd said to him. She regretted them now and secretly chastised herself for saying such hurtful things.

At the same time, she couldn't help feeling curious about Matthew. Based on his profile, he hadn't gotten into any fights in the past, nor had he learned martial arts.

Why had he suddenly become so powerful? He was stronger even than her, and she'd practiced martial arts for a decade.

At that moment, they heard the sound of the company's iron gates swinging open. A small car drove in, followed by a large truck.

The vehicles stopped, and a few burly men got out. One of Ant's men stepped forward and pointed at the office Matthew and Tracy were in. They then said something to the newcomers.

Tracy realized trouble was coming

their way. She looked at Matthew. "Sheldon must've sold the herbs to whoever these people are, and. they're probably here to collect the things. What should we do next?"

Matthew couldn't help but laugh at her question Let's go check on things outside. Bison Herbs has only purchased those herbs on

Wealthwave Group's behalf, which means those herbs are supposed to be Wealthwave Group's. We can't let them just take everything away."

Tracy nodded, agreeing with his suggestion. Suddenly, she felt like she'd dumbed herself down by asking his opinion over something so obvious.

She shook her head and led the way as they left the office. They saw the car parked before the warehouse. Someone was operating a forklift to move the herbs into the car.

Tracy cried, "Those herbs belong to our company. No one can touch them!"