Chapter 127

Shane nodded, visibly impressed by Rachel’s business acumen. “You’re right. He did cure me, but I wouldn’t make such a decision solely out of gratitude. However, Mr. Grant’s skills opened my eyes to the wonders of traditional medicine. Having been passed down for thousands of years, I believe it holds significant value. With a miracle doctor like Mr. Grant at Wealthwave Group, I’m certain your products will be a boon for patients. I look forward to the boundless prospects of our partnership.”

At last, Rachel felt reassured. This was all thanks to Matthew. She’d made the right choice bringing him along.

She turned to him and beamed. Her radiant smile erased the stiffness from her features. She looked breathtaking.

Matthew’s heart fluttered as their eyes met. He had to admit she appeared cold without her smile, but he couldn't resist her. Her luscious lips and pretty face were practically inviting a kiss. He felt like a traveler lost in the desert, finding an oasis after days without water. He longed to quench his thirst.

Instinctively, Matthew swallowed hard. As soon as Rachel noticed his throat bobbing, her smile froze. She glared at him, then turned back to Shane to discuss the contract renewal.

Realizing he’d lost his composure, Matthew flushed. He felt different from his younger self, dating at eighteen or nineteen. Back then, he'd been cautious, afraid of making a bad impression. Now, encountering a beauty like Rachel, his only thoughts were kissing her, holding her hand, and taking her to bed. However, despite knowing her for some time, he hadn't even kissed or held her hand, let alone anything more. Matthew began to ponder how to accelerate their relationship.

In the basement parking lot, Jeffrey dialed a number in his car. “Ian, bring some men over immediately. I need someone eliminated.” Ian was a skilled martial artist, specializing in ancient arts rather than modern combat sports like boxing. Few people, not even Jeffrey, knew this. Yet, Jeffrey knew Ian was ruthless. He'd once witnessed Ian fighting a champion in the Octagonal Arena—a deadly battle. His opponent suffered a shattered nose, a fractured arm, a ruptured cornea, and intracranial bleeding. Blood poured from his mouth, nose, and eyes. Calling it a tragedy was an understatement.

Now, Jeffrey intended to let Ian torture Matthew to death using the same methods. As the Smith family's hired hitman, Ian was no stranger to such requests. Remaining calm, he casually asked, “Alright. How many men do you need? Six enough?”

Jeffrey glanced at the picture on his phone. “Actually, one should be enough with your skills. But I still need a woman abducted—that's my real purpose, in fact.”

“I’ll send you her photo later. Don’t get the wrong person.”

Ian chuckled. “Rest assured, I won’t. I’ll arrive in the special RV that ensures privacy.”