The Great Medical Saint
Chapter 8

As soon as she hung up the phone, Tessa turned her gaze toward Randall.

After Tessa's call, Randall figured out what was going on and said, "You want me to take care of Matthew, right? No problem. I'll replace an opportunity to rough him up on Xavier's behalf. "What's more important right now is our partnership with the Carters. I have a contact at Wealthwave Group. We can go meet him tomorrow."

As Tessa nodded in agreement, she found Randall more likable the more she looked at him.

He understood her needs and proactively took action to address them. Moreover, Randall's connections were far-reaching, even extending to someone at Wealthwave Group. Matthew really paled compared to Randall.

She subsequently felt like leaving Matthew for Randall was the best decision she had ever made. As she thought of that, her mood suddenly brightened.

...

On the following day, after Matthew dropped Lorraine off at kindergarten, he made his way to Wealthwave Group.

Before leaving, Lillian had repeatedly reminded him to be more proactive and to sweet talk a little, saying that Rachel was a lovely young woman.

In order to appease Lillian, he had readily agreed to it.

Yet, deep down, he knew that it was impossible for him to do so. After all, Tessa had left him heartbroken, and he was hesitant to fully commit to another woman again.

He had no intention of going out of his way for Rachel.

As for marriage, he would leave it to fate.

...

Meanwhile, in the president's office of Wealthwave Group, a trace of unease momentarily marred Rachel's typically impassive demeanor.

It was as if a faint crack had appeared on the surface of a frozen pond.

"What should I do, Tracy? Matthew is such a lecherous man. When I first met him, he tried to undress me. And now, we're meeting up again. Although I'd rather not deal with this kind of person, I need something from him, so I can't just kick him out." Tracy was not only Rachel's secretary but also her best friend. She comforted Rachel, saying, "You should bear with it for now. If he tries anything funny, I'll give him the boot before you can blink!"

As she spoke, she waved her fist in a warning gesture, appearing quite ferocious.

Seeing this, Rachel felt a little more at ease and asked, "What kind of work are you going to arrange for him?"

Tracy was troubled as well, saying, "Since we're a pharmaceutical company, we don't have many positions that would suit a doctor. Maybe he could be your chauffeur?" Rachel's face twisted in revulsion. "Come on, I don't want to share a ride with him! What if he loses control while he's driving? Isn't that just inviting trouble for myself?" Tracy chuckled and said, "You're already an adult, yet you haven't even experienced what it's like to be with a man. How about taking this opportunity to have a bit of fun?" Rachel immediately blushed. "Oh, you! What are you going on about?"

Tracy replied with a smile, "You can pretend all you want, but I can see right through you, Rae. You've been wanting this all along, right?"

Rachel playfully raised her hand as if to hit Tracy. "You little minx! You're the one thinking about men, yet you're trying to pin it on me? You're asking for a beating!"

Tracy shrank back a bit and said, "Alright, alright, I'll drop it. Let's get back to business. As for Matthew's position, I still think he should be your chauffeur.

"If you want to see him, have him drive you. If not, you can simply take another car. You're the one who decides whether or not you see him."

After pondering for a moment, Rachel nodded. "Alright, we'll go with that arrangement."

Before long, the elevator doors opened with a ding. As Matthew stepped out of the elevator, his eyes landed on the president's office. He proceeded toward it without hesitation. When he arrived at the door, he noticed that Rachel was completely engrossed in writing something.

She was wearing a suit and had light makeup and alluring red lips. She appeared poised and professional, radiating even more confidence and beauty than the day before. After standing there for quite some time, Matthew was still unsure of how to break the silence.

Rachel glanced up by chance and spotted him. A brief look of surprise flickered across her face before it hardened into an icy mask. "Oh, you're here."

Matthew murmured in agreement and walked into the office. After taking a seat across from Rachel, he followed Lillian's advice and tried to sweet-talk her.

He initiated the conversation with a flattering remark, saying, "You look absolutely gorgeous today."

Rachel's expression hardened further. "Is that so?"

Matthew's gaze drifted involuntarily to her chest, briefly fixating on the third button.

Rachel's brow furrowed. Matthew was indeed a scoundrel with wandering eyes. "Where do you think you're looking?"

Matthew, still wary after the last misunderstanding, instinctively glanced at Rachel's third button.

Rachel was wearing a white shirt again. The fabric strained against her curves; the buttons seemed ready to pop open at any moment.

Knowing there was a misunderstanding, Matthew said, "I didn't mean anything by it, but perhaps you should consider wearing something else besides shirts. Sometimes things that are too... well-endowed... can cause buttons to pop open." Rachel's pretty face flushed with anger. "How dare you say that again?"

When he noticed her reaction, Matthew realized she had misunderstood him again, so he quickly changed the subject.

"Although I'm here to get to know you better, I can't just sit around doing nothing. Please assign me some work."

Rachel bit back her anger and replied curtly, "You'll be my chauffeur. Here are the car keys."

After placing the car keys on the desk, she gently pushed them toward Matthew, sliding them across the smooth surface of the desk.

When the keys were about to slide off the desk, Matthew grabbed them and asked, "Where's the car?"

Rachel was taken aback when Matthew managed to grab the keys. She scoffed and said, "It's in the underground parking lot on the basement level. Go on, get out of here!"

She waved her hand dismissively, wishing that Matthew would hurry up and leave.

Matthew stood up and left. When he reached the doorway, he looked back and reminded her, "You're really too well-endowed; it's not ideal for wearing shirts." "You scoundrel!"

Rachel panted heavily, her bosom rising and falling with each breath.

As soon as Tracy walked in, she asked, "What's going on here? Why are you so worked up?"

Rachel said irritably, "That scoundrel actually said that my... is too big! And he told me that I shouldn't wear shirts."

After staring at Rachel's chest for a while, Tracy said with uncertainty, "Well, it does look... bigger again. How did you do that?"

Rachel snapped, "Get out of here!"

Tracy chuckled and said, "Alright, alright, I'm leaving!" With that, she took off with a spring in her step.

After taking the elevator down to the basement level, Matthew pressed a button on the key fob, and the lights of a brand-new pink car flashed.

Pink?

Matthew grimaced, thinking it was too effeminate and ostentatious for a man to drive that car. He was mortified at the thought of driving such a car.

At that moment, a car pulled into the parking lot and parked beside the pink car.

As soon as the car door opened, Tessa stepped out of the car and immediately spotted Matthew. "What are you doing here?"

Matthew glanced coldly at Tessa and remained silent. Now that they were divorced, he wanted to cut all ties and hoped to never cross paths with her again.

When she noticed Matthew's silence, Tessa suddenly remembered how Xavier had gotten beaten by him.

"You used to be a gentleman, Matthew, not someone who would resort to violence. Who would have thought that right after signing the divorce agreement, you would expose your true nature?

"Even if you didn't want to go through with the divorce and were upset about it, you shouldn't have taken it out on Xavier!"

Matthew's gaze grew colder as he listened to her ridiculous accusations. "You're reading too much into it. I gave him a beating because he had it coming. In fact, I'm starting to think that I went too easy on him last time!" Tessa was trembling with rage. Matthew had completely transformed beyond recognition. He had become domineering, irrational, violent, and ruthless.

As soon as she had divorced him, he had laid his hands on Xavier!

"You've really let me down! No matter what, you shouldn't have laid a hand on Xavier. Although he's a bit of a jerk, he's still my brother!"

Matthew grew angrier as he listened to her rambling. "Even if it had been your father, I would've still beaten him up!"

Xavier's repeated break-ins at the Grants' house had made Lillian and Stanley age at least ten years. On top of that, he had also abused Lorraine.

No matter who it was, Matthew would hit them for daring to do such things. There was absolutely no way he would show any leniency in this kind of situation!