Master of Medicine The Saintly Healer

If Zane was telling the truth, the person behind Brotherhood had to be Steve. Matthew demanded, “Where’s Steve from? Where is he right now?”

Zane shook his head. “I have no idea. I met him a few times ten years ago, but he hasn’t shown up since then. We only contact each other through email or message.”

Matthew fixed his scrutinizing gaze on Zane, trying to determine if he was telling the truth. Whatever Zane spouted held no value, and Matthew felt like he was being deluded.

Standing to the side, Alex kicked Zane to the floor again. “You fool, do you have a death wish? Where the hell is Steve? How do we find him? Tell us something useful.”

Zane picked himself up from the floor. His face contorted in pain as he replied, “I’m telling the truth. If I upset you with lies, I probably wouldn’t survive long. I know what’s more important between my life and money.”

Alex turned to Matthew. “What do we do?”

Matthew fixed his cold gaze on Zane. He had achieved his objective to have Zane stop causing problems for Rachel. But thinking about how Zane threatened him with his family, Matthew’s expression turned grim.

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to an umbrella and yanked it out of the sand. The sharp metal tip glistened under the light. Then,

Matthew went over to Zane.

Zane was bewildered. Seeing Matthew walk over with an umbrella, he thought Matthew brought it over to shade him. “. No need for the umbrella. You’re too generous

Matthew suddenly stabbed the metal tip into Zane’s thigh with all his might.

The metal tip pierced Zane’s flesh, and blood started to gush out.

Zane tensed up and groaned in pain like a squealing pig.

The two bodyguards nearby took a step back out of fear. Peony’s face paled as she quietly watched. Nobody dared to move at this point.

Everything happened too suddenly. Alex was drenched in cold sweat as well, the violence scaring him out of his wits.

Matthew coldly warned, “This is for threatening me with my family. If you do it again, I’ll destroy Brotherhood.”

After saying that, Matthew turned and left. Alex quickly caught up to him from behind. “I messed up and acted impulsively last time, Mr. Grant. Uncle Marty gave me a good beating for it. I hope you don’t hold it against me.

Matthew nodded. “You were lucky Marty stepped in, or it would have been me beating you up.”

Alex recalled the bloody scene where Matthew pierced the metal tip into Zane’s thigh. He couldn’t help but tremble.

“Thank you for not going after me. I know I was wrong. If you need anything, just let me know. I’ll do everything in my power to make it happen.”

Matthew coldly replied, “I’m heading back to the company now. There’s nothing I need from you at the moment.”

Alex felt regretful. Marty wanted him to get in Matthew’s good books, but Matthew didn’t give him any chance to help out. Instead, he just led Matthew out of the water park. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Matthew told Alex to go home, then walked to the roadside to hail a cab.

Unfortunately, there was no cab in sight.

Upon seeing this, Alex quickly approached and offered, “Let me drive you, Mr. Grant.”

Matthew shook his head. “I don’t have a car now.”

Alex was excited by the opportunity. “I came here with a car. Hang on a second, I’ll go get it.”

loon after, Alex pulled over in a black Audi

The car stopped in front of Matthew, and Alex got out to open the door for him. Alex conducted himself with the professionalism of a seasoned chauffeur.

After Matthew got into the car, Alex started the engine and drove toward Wealthwave Group.

Matthew sat in the backseat with a puzzled look. He was a chauffeur himself and never thought someone would drive

im one day.

After arriving at Wealthwave Group, Matthew got out of the car and told Alex, “You should go home.”

Alex flashed a smile and said, “Feel free to head up. I’ll wait downstairs and be ready if you need a ride.”

Matthew talked to Alex for a while. Since Alex was adamant about it, Matthew gave up and went on his way.

Meanwhile, Rachel was on the phone with Fred. “What do we do, Grandpa? We had everything ready to begin production, but someone has now seized the factory. Do we call the police?”

With a darkened expression, Fred replied, “Those people must have a backup plan for when you call the police. It wouldn’t help to call them now.”

Rachel knitted her brows together. “So what now? No factory means no production. All our plans will be put on hold.”