Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 2948 Something Hidden

The central seat and flanking chairs remained unoccupied, a testament to Isambard's thorough planning. Not only had he briefed the hotel staff in advance, but he'd also provided them with a photo of Matthew, along with clear instructions to alert him upon the prince's arrival. The hotel manager, familiar with Matthew's renown due to his elixir's popularity in Seraphis, promptly recognized him from television appearances. Thus, he wasted no time in contacting Isambard upon spotting Matthew.

This explained the vacant seats that met Matthew's gaze, evoking a wry smile. Isambard had orchestrated everything meticulously.

Yet, alongside his acknowledgment, a tinge of curiosity stirred within Matthew. What was the purpose of this dinner invitation, and what awaited them as the surprise?

Seated at the table, Matthew and his companions watched as Isambard poured wine for them with a warm smile, surprising the Stubbers with his uncharacteristic deference towards the young man.

The sight left them astonished; accustomed to Isambard's demeanor, they found it unexpected to witness such a display of servility towards someone of Matthew's youth. While such respect might be customary for an elder, it seemed out of place for a young man like Matthew.

Allow me to offer the first toast to you!" Isambard raised his glass, draining it in one swift motion, then smiled warmly. Matthew remained composed, remembering the importance of courtesy in all situations. He lifted his cup, matching Isambard's gesture

in tone, sparking a hint of suspicion about the purpose of this dinner. However, he maintained his calm exterior, masking any unease. "Indeed, I'm

seated at the table, a member of the Stubbers. This young man exuded confidence with his keen gaze and strong presence, standing tall and unwavering. "Meet my nephew, back from studying abroad, Boston Stubber! He's got some martial arts know-how! When I heard about your plans for the Martial League in Seraphis, I

forward eagerly. "I'm Boston. Count me in for the Martial League.

enough to believe Isambard's intentions were purely helpful in gathering talent for the

pawn Isambard intended to place within the

crown prince bristled with irritation, but Matthew intervened before any outburst could occur. Observing their scheme, Matthew merely offered a faint smile and raised

certainly use someone like

brightened with joy

betrayed a

Isambard discreetly signaled a member of