The Great Medical Saint
Chapter 32

Rachel didn't get angry. She calmly handed over the business card again.

"Gentlemen, please show this to Mr. White. He might see me after seeing this card. Take a closer look at it before rejecting me outright."

The two guards were also well-informed and realized that the card was unusual. They took the card and examined it under the light.

Both of them were startled. It was an emerald business card. It was cool and smooth to the touch. The guards exchanged glances. They saw the shock in each other's eyes and quickly made a decision. "Ms. Carter, we'll take the risk of getting reprimanded to deliver this for you. If it doesn't work, please stop making things difficult for us."

Rachel smiled and thanked them. "Regardless of the outcome, I appreciate your effort."

...

Two men were sitting in the living room in White Residence. One was a middle-aged man in his 40s or 50s. He had a square face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. He had a stern demeanor. He was Zayden White, the head of the White family.

Opposite him sat an elderly man with gray hair. He sat with a commanding presence that naturally commanded respect.

Zayden was extremely respectful. "Mr. Miles, your words are like orders to us. Whatever you say, the White family will comply without hesitation."

Zayden's boss, Brad Miles, nodded. "In these peaceful times, money can be earned at any time. But remember, some things are more important than money. Don't tarnish your father's reputation." Just as Zayden was about to respond, footsteps echoed from the doorway. A guard walked into the room.

"Mr. White..."

Zayden exploded with anger. He shouted at the guard, "Get out! Can't you see I'm entertaining Mr. Miles? No matter what, do not disturb us!"

Terrified, the guard didn't say another word and ran out.

Only after reaching the courtyard did he breathe a sigh of relief. He was frustrated with himself for interrupting Zayden.

He returned to the gate and handed the card back to Rachel. "You should leave."

Rachel took the card, feeling dejected. "Did Mr. White see the card and still refuse to meet me?"

The guard shook his head. "No, Mr. White didn't even look at the card. As soon as I walked in, I got scolded and was sent out."

Hearing that he had been scolded, Rachel apologized repeatedly. But she was unwilling to leave just yet.

She turned to Matthew. "He didn't even look at the card. What now?"

He had no better solution. "Why don't we wait a little longer? Since he's entertaining guests, they won't be staying overnight."

Rachel thought about it and agreed that Matthew had a point. She decided to wait.

White Residence's gate was lit by two street lights, one on each side. They were illuminating the gate brightly.

Under the lights, Rachel's face looked even more striking, and her voluptuous figure was even more eye-catching,

Matthew's gaze fell on her. He felt a little flustered. Thinking about going home together tonight made him look forward to it even more.

Rachel's eyes were fixed on the courtyard. She suddenly whispered, "They're coming out. Mr. White is coming out."

Matthew looked toward the courtyard. He saw an elderly man and a middle-aged man walking out. "Which one is Mr. White?"

Recalling his experience at Lloyd Residence, he felt worried about confusing the two generations of a family again.

Rachel moved closer to Matthew and whispered, "The middle-aged man is Mr. White. When they come out, I'll greet him. Don't interfere or say anything. I'll handle it myself." She was concerned that he might say the wrong thing, so she made sure to remind him.