Jeffrey earnestly said, "Yes, I'm buying it for my collection. Let me be frank: I have five formulas for treating high blood pressure in my safe at home."

"You can't ask for an outrageous price just because you have a formula. I expect a reasonable price from you," Matthew said, taken aback. Jeffrey possessed five effective formulas for high blood pressure, yet he chose to manufacture an ineffective one instead of those. Jeffrey would indeed go to any lengths to make money.

Matthew was resolved to keep the formula. "I won't sell it for any price."

Jeffrey slowly recomposed himself. "Everything has a price. If something isn't for sale, it simply means the offer isn't high enough."

"Since you work as a chauffeur, I'm sure you're struggling financially. How about five million dollars? That's enough to change your life," Jeffrey offered. "With that money, you can buy a car, the latest phone, or even a house. You'll live a happy life."

Matthew was amused. He had ten billion dollars; five million meant nothing to him. He looked at Rachel and nonchalantly remarked, "Look at my future wife; she's great at making money. With her around, I'll have everything—money, a fine woman, luxuries like phones, houses, and cars. I don't need your five million dollars!"

Rachel chuckled. She initially planned to work with Jeffrey, but after learning that Matthew had a formula of his own, she changed her mind. She couldn't suppress her laughter at Matthew's comment. When she realized her blunder, she hurriedly covered her mouth. Rachel looked away, but her constant trembling betrayed her efforts to stifle her laughter.

Jeffrey clenched his teeth. It was clear that Matthew was using Rachel to irritate him. However, Jeffrey had other concerns. "Five million dollars isn't enough? You're going to ask for a lot more, aren't you? Fine, name your price."

Matthew firmly stated, "It's not for sale."

Jeffrey furrowed his brows. The most frustrating thing in business was someone refusing to name a price, often perceived as greed. He made up his mind and stated an exorbitant amount: "Ten million dollars."

Matthew coldly replied, "I'm not selling it even if you offered me ten billion dollars. Rachel can use this formula to manufacture and sell proper medicine. I'm confident it'll outperform your useless drug!"

Jeffrey's face fell. He fixed his cold gaze on Matthew for a long while before saying, "Stop dreaming, Matthew. Know your place as a chauffeur. You're a nobody. You're not even worthy to dine in the same place as me. Do you think you have what it takes to challenge me?"

Before Matthew could speak, Rachel interjected, "Count me in. With the Carter family participating, we'll be highly competitive."

Jeffrey couldn't believe Rachel would reject his proposal. He argued, "I'm saying this because you're an old classmate, Rachel. That product doesn't have much profit potential, while mine promises a great fortune. You should choose wisely."

Rachel sported a cold expression. "I'll only produce medicine that works. It's only sustainable when it's effective. Your product might bring money in, but it's risky."

Jeffrey sneered. "I offered a great opportunity to make money with me. But instead, you chose to oppose me. Do you know how many people are investing in this and how influential they are? If you become our competitor, it will only spell doom for the Carter family."

Rachel's expression changed, but she quickly made a decision. "I never planned to compete with you. The Carter family isn't your enemy, but I won't invest in your product. Let's leave it at that for today. We're leaving."

After saying that, Rachel gestured to Matthew and walked out of the room with him.

Matthew flashed a smile. Even though Rachel was cold, she was certainly reliable. Ultimately, she rejected the ineffective drug.

Seeing Rachel about to leave, Jeffrey extended his hand to stop her. "We still need to clear things up between us, Rachel."