Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 863

Chapter 863 Minerva's Scheme

It was 7.00PM, and Minerva was happily wrapped up in Peter's arms as they sat in a private room in one of the nightclubs in Eastcliff. Suddenly, the door to the room swung open, and three men entered. Upon closer look, the men happened to be the same trio whom Minerva had brought along to the Grand Garden before this. They had taken a liking to Sasha back then and wanted to get her drunk, but Matthew stopped that from happening. By the end of the night, the three men hadn't been able to keep up with Matthew's drinking, and they threw up so badly that they were hospitalized.

They had only just been discharged in the past two days, but they still looked weak and unsteady on their feet as one of them asked, "Minerva, why did you ask to see us so early in the evening?" The three men exchanged a meaningful glance and grimaced. The man who spoke first hissed through gritted teeth, "Of course, we'd want revenge! But none of us could keep up with that bast*rd when it comes to drinking!”

Minerva scoffed. "In that case, don't drink with him! William, didn't you say that you know a couple of young masters from the Ten Greatest Families of Eastcliff? Ask them to come by the club tonight, and I'll bring them over to Sasha's private room, making it look like I'm trying to introduce her to them. Sasha is a b*tch and a goody-two-shoes, so she wouldn't graciously receive them at all. When she offends them, we can seize the opportunity to blow things out of proportion." A cold smirk played on her lips as she continued, "By the end of it all, the few young masters would help us get rid of Larson, and we wouldn't even have to lift a finger!"

The trio's eyes lit up when they heard this. They had been holding a grudge against Matthew ever since he got them drunk to the point of throwing up last time, but they didn't dare seek revenge against him, knowing how rich and powerful the Cunningham Family was.

a young master from one of the Ten Greatest Families of Eastcliff,

said with finality, "Very

tweaking her plan to

his face on occasions that involved those from the upper-crust society. "Honey, I'm afraid I have to go; I have a meeting later tonight,"

fell as she tried to persuade him to stay. "I was going to introduce you to a couple of those

as if his line of work

this off. After all, he wasn't

university mates, and they were

they persuaded her to come out with them for a drink