The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 18

Logan quickly reassured Quinn. "Don't worry, Mr. Carter. Lambda City isn't a big place.

"With enough money, I can dig up everything—whether he wet the bed as a kid, who he fought in elementary school, and even when he had his first cigarette or first fling. Just leave it to me."

Quinn grinned widely. "Great! Get on it quickly. The sooner, the better!"

Sensing the urgency, Logan nodded eagerly. "Mr. Carter, rest assured. I'll start investigating right away!"

After hanging up, Quinn called his bodyguard, Brandon Ford. "Brandon, I need you to handle something for me."

Brandon was always eager to curry favor. He replied, "Mr. Carter, I'm your right-hand man. Just point me in the direction. I'll take care of whatever you need."

"Alright."

Quinn appreciated Brandon's loyalty. He couldn't understand why Fred didn't share the same confidence in him as their family's staff did.

Annoyed at the thought of Rachel, he muttered, "Rachel's brought a boyfriend home. Here's what I need. When they're not together, teach him a lesson."

Brandon frowned. "Mr. Carter, don't worry. I'll make sure he gets the message."

Quinn's gaze turned vicious. "Not just a message—give him a real beating. I want him injured to the point of being crippled!"

Without hesitation, Brandon said reassuringly, "Mr. Carter, I've got this covered. I'll bring a few guys and ensure he regrets crossing you."

Quinn shook his head and cautioned, "There's no need to make a big scene over some guy who's just riding on a woman's coattails. You can handle this alone."

Brandon got the message loud and clear. He vowed, "Mr. Carter, don't worry. He might have walked into the Carter residence, but I'll make sure he crawls out."

After Rachel left, Matthew wandered through the garden to admire the flowers. To his amazement, they were all rare species, including a pot of firebloom lily worth nearly a million dollars.

While he was distracted, a voice suddenly startled him from behind. "Hey, where are you from?"

Matthew turned to find Brandon, a bulky man standing about six feet tall. He had ripped muscles, a cold, menacing look, and a scar on his face that added to his fierce appearance.

Matthew could tell Brandon was tough but remained composed. "I'm a guest here—"

Brandon cut him off. "Nonsense! I know everyone here. Spit it out. What were you planning to steal?"

Matthew frowned, taken aback by the accusation. He then explained, "What are you talking about? I'm Rachel Carter's boyfriend."