Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 2986 Hi, Mr Lucius

The construction of the Martial League headquarters could face delays, but Matthew's priority was the safety of his wife and companions. "Please guide me through this, Mr. Lucius," Matthew pleaded earnestly.

Upon hearing his plea, Lucius straightened up slightly. A smile dawned on his face as he realized his objective had been achieved.

He then began to outline a solution, "It's quite simple. You can build the Martial League headquarters on Basha's Sacred Mount."

Lucius elaborated, "You can openly build the headquarters while discreetly relocating your family and subordinates to the Sacred Mount. This will serve as a diversion, drawing attention away from outsiders. Your loved ones within the Sacred Mount will be completely secure."

His confidence was palpable, and his assurance was unwavering. He even pledged to step down as sect master if any assassination attempts breached the Sacred Mount's defenses.

Of course, behind Lucius' outward confidence lay a deeper motive driven by paternal love and a genuine desire for his daughter's happiness. In his world, the idea of multiple wives and concubines was commonplace.

After hearing Lucius' proposal, Matthew's face lit up with relief and gratitude as the plan promised newfound security for his loved ones.

"Thank you, Mr. Lucius. I will consider it," Matthew expressed sincerely.

"You're welcome. You can give me your decision by tomorrow night," Lucius suggested before vanishing into the night alongside Feather.

return, Feather expressed discontent, "Mr. Lucius, Matthew is unappreciative. It's an honor to allow them to build the headquarters on the Sacred

hand. He explained, "He may think I have ulterior motives as he needs to hand over the whole

has no other

but you still disregard me,"

...

entire Stubber Family vulnerable. However, their troubles did not end

only added fuel

fire. He declared, "The

enemy, and

backlash, with several erstwhile allies severing ties with

family.

butler was visibly distressed inside Isambard's study room as he meticulously calculated the mounting losses. After an agonizing assessment, he finally summoned the courage to

began, "Mr. Stubber,

ground to a halt. At this rate, we may struggle to sustai ourselves within just one

the butler

a profound weariness. He contemplated, The downfall of the once thriving