The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 283

Rachel's knees wobbled when she sensed the heat of Matthew's body and his masculine presence. But the thought of how he'd been with Sara earlier sparked her anger once more. Suddenly, she bit down hard on his shoulder.

He hissed sharply and released his grip. Rachel seized the opportunity and fled down the stairs. He lifted his shirt and saw a clear bite mark on his shoulder, still glistening with saliva. Then, he sighed.

Matthew couldn't believe the icy president held grudges and was so hard to appease. He shook his head, straightened his clothes, and headed downstairs.

Louis had already left long ago. Even the blood on the floor had been cleaned up. At that moment, a cleaning lady was finishing the final cleanup.

When Matthew entered the president's office, he found it empty. He wasn't sure where to look next and was at a loss for what to do.

Tracy walked over and saw him. She smiled and said, "Are you looking for Rae? What did you do to upset her? She hasn't told me what happened. But she just mentioned that she didn't want to see you."

Matthew sighed. "Is she really that upset? I just offended Sara and might have hurt the Carters' interests. That's probably why she's angry."

She shook her head. "From what I know about Rae, it's never this simple. Even if the Carters had been implicated, she would handle it calmly and explain things to you rather than just avoid you."

He thought for a moment and then shrugged. He had no idea what was going on.

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A furious voice blared from the phone. "Who the hell bullied you? Does he have a death wish? Tell me who he is! I'm coming over right now."

Sara gritted her teeth. Her voice was laced with venom, as if she wanted to tear someone apart. "It's that chauffeur, the one from Wealthwave Group. Hurry up and come to Wealthwave Group. I'm waiting downstairs."

Andrew's furious voice came from the phone. "A chauffeur thinking he can get away with this? Just wait—I'm coming over right now, and I'm going to deal with him myself."

She suddenly recalled how Louis had been beaten and said, "Andrew, how many people did you bring? That chauffeur seems pretty formidable. If we're short on men, we should hold off on confronting him. Let's gather more people first. I can wait."

Andrew's voice thundered with authority. "I've got ten of the best bodyguards, plus a sharpshooter. We're not just dealing with a chauffeur here. We could take down a general if we had to. I'll be there soon."