Master of Medicine The Saintly Healer

Rachel rolled her eyes at Matthew. “Stop being so annoying.”

Her enchanting gaze and exquisite face radiated a unique charm. Her reaction made it seem like the exchange was just a couple’s playful banter.

Zachary watched them in shock.

As a chauffeur, Matthew spoke to Rachel, his boss, in such a manner. Yet, she wasn’t upset at all.

The whole situation seemed preposterous to Zachary. Could Matthew actually be Rachel’s boyfriend?

Matthew flashed a smile at Rachel. He loved teasing her when she looked so serious.

Rachel glared at Matthew in response. “Stop chatting and head to the parking lot. Something urgent came up, and I need you to drive.”

Matthew frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Rachel looked anxious. “Hurry, we’ll talk as we go.”

Matthew knew he could only work on the task Nicholas had assigned him later. He followed after Rachel and left the staff room.

Noticing how close they seemed as they walked out together, Zachary was flabbergasted.

Had Matthew been telling the truth about being Rachel’s boyfriend all this time?

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Elsewhere, Rachel explained the situation on the way to the parking lot. “We rented a factory to manufacture

traditional medicine and were recruiting workers. Just now, the manager reported that a group of people came and kicked them all out.”

Matthew slowed his pace down. “Should you really be going there? Who takes charge of your security at the company?”

Rachel smiled bitterly. “The security guards at the door are only for show. The people handling security are the Carter family’s bodyguards.

“Unfortunately, they work for Uncle Malcolm, so I don’t trust them. You’re the only man I can rely on.”

Only then did Matthew grasp how difficult Rachel’s position was. He could only attend to the task Nicholas had assigned to him later. “Let’s go, I’ll come with you to see what’s going on.”

20 minutes later, the car arrived at the factory entrance.

Matthew got out of the car with Rachel. Dozens of workers gathered at the entrance, some of them sporting bruised faces. Seeing Rachel, they walked over and started complaining.

“Ms. Carter, we were in the midst of hiring when a group of people kicked us out of the factory without warning. When we asked for a reason, they started hitting us.”

“I couldn’t hold back and asked a few more questions, then they started beating me up!”

The more Rachel heard about it, the angrier she became. After briefly placating the workers, she walked toward the main entrance.

Matthew quickly followed after her. He paid close attention to his surroundings and overheard that the attackers didn’t ask for money or make any demands.

They just chased people out of the factory. Clearly, they meant trouble.

About 30 security guards stood at the entrance with batons, looking around menacingly.

Rachel walked up to the entrance. “Who are you? We rented this factory. Why are you kicking us out?”

The security guards fixed their gaze on Rachel and remained silent.

Just then, the door to the adjacent security office opened, and a man in his 20s walked out. He had tanned skin, a scar on his chin, and a strange tattoo on his neck. His eyes were bloodshot, making him look like a demon.

When the security guards saw the man, they shouted in unison, “Mr. Hank!”

Hank Foster came up to Rachel and said, “I’ll tell you what’s going on. I’m not renting the factory to you anymore; I’m taking it back.” Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Rachel was baffled. “I signed a contract with Mr. Carl Langston. Who are you?”

Hank pointed his thumb to his chest. “It doesn’t matter who I am. I’m the boss here, and I’m not renting the factory to you. Stop asking questions unless you’re looking for trouble.”