After Matthew knocked for a long time, the door finally opened. Jenny Reed, dressed in a courier uniform, stood there. She appeared to be in her early twenties and quite attractive. Seeing Matthew, she asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Matthew explained, "My mentor is a friend of Walter; I've come to visit on his behalf."

She looked saddened. "My grandfather has passed away."

Matthew nodded, mentioning he'd heard while asking for directions. "Please accept my condolences. If you encounter any difficulties, let me know. I'll assist you however I can," he said.

She shook her head gently. "Never mind. There are some things you can't help with."

Matthew pointed to the red graffiti in the corridor. "I noticed this. How much do you owe? I'll help you repay it."

Her eyes brightened momentarily before dimming again. "Forget it. It's too much to ask. Thank you for your kindness."

Matthew understood. The sudden offer from a stranger would seem unbelievable. He stated, "Your grandfather saved my mentor—that's invaluable. Can you tell me how much you owe? I'll cover the entire amount."

Her eyes brightened again. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "My name is Jenny Reed. Thank you. If you help me through this tough time, I'll definitely repay you in the future."

She added, "If you reconsider after hearing the amount and choose not to assist, I won't hold it against you. I owe 890 thousand dollars."

Matthew didn't hesitate. "I'll help you repay this debt. Call the debt collector; I'll give them the money right away."

Jenny was speechless with excitement, pacing nervously until Matthew gently reminded her to call.

With his reminder, she regained her composure and made the call.

Twenty minutes later, Ivan Roy arrived with two henchmen. He casually entered the house and sat on the couch. Lighting a cigarette, he said slowly, "Jenny, if you called me here but can't pay, your brother will be in trouble."

Looking eagerly at Matthew, Jenny waited.

Matthew cleared his throat. "Write a statement for the 890 thousand dollars, and I'll transfer the money."

Ivan pulled out his phone and glanced at Matthew dismissively. "Looks like you've found yourself a sucker, huh? If he's willing to pay, then sure, I'll accept."

He showed his payment QR code. "You can transfer the money here."

Matthew scanned the code and transferred the 890 thousand dollars. "Alright, you can write the debt off now that the payment has been settled."

Ivan heard the notification on his phone and exclaimed, "You really have this much on hand! Where did you get so much money? How can this be?"

Matthew was perplexed. Ivan was supposed to collect debts, yet showed no joy after receiving the money. He found it incredibly strange.

Jenny said, "Write a receipt, and our debt is settled!"

Ivan took a few drags from his cigarette and glared coldly at Jenny. "This 890 thousand dollars is just the interest. You still owe another 890 thousand dollars. Once you pay that, the debt will be settled!"

Jenny trembled with anger. "Ivan Roy, y–you… What do you want from me?"

Ivan's disdain was obvious. "You know what I want. Hand over the Medieval Medicine, or you'll owe me another 890 thousand dollars!"

Jenny exclaimed, "There is no Medieval Medicine! My family never possessed it. All we had was the Tiger Seal. You already took it last time. Even if you force me to my death, I can't give you what you want."

Ivan's voice turned cold. "I don't care. If you can't give me the Medieval Medicine, your brother won't survive."

Matthew, having observed quietly, felt relieved upon hearing about the Tiger Seal; the mission could be completed.

"Ivan, right? The money has been transferred. Return the Tiger Seal, or the three of you won't be able to leave," he stated firmly.

Ivan tossed his cigarette aside and rose to his feet. He looked at Matthew with a malevolent grin. He snarled, "Who the hell are you? How dare you ask me for the Tiger Seal? I guess you've got a death wish!"