Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3211 The Meeting

As dawn broke over Hulwin, Mortimer arrived in full military regalia. He wasted no time before approaching Matthew with a concerned expression. "Matthew, what's going on? Your message sounded urgent."

Matthew, however, appeared unruffled. "Easy there, old friend. Let's not rush on an empty stomach. We'll talk after breakfast." He led Mortimer to a nearby cafe, where they settled down, each with a bowl of steaming breakfast chowder.

As Matthew took a bite of his doughnut, he leaned forward, lowering his voice a little. "Did you catch yesterday's news? Dornia's announced the formation of a chamber of commerce. They're set to start investing in Montiria within three days." "Yeah, I heard," Mortimer mumbled through a mouthful of breadstick. "Isn't that... supposed to be a good thing?"

Mortimer finally gulped down the last of his breadstick with some effort, then took a deep breath. He had rushed over from Southaven in the dead of night after receiving Matthew's cryptic message, expecting a crisis. Yet here they were, enjoying a leisurely breakfast. Feeling slightly miffed, he waved over the server again.

"Another glass of soy milk and three eggs, please!" he demanded.

Matthew couldn't help but chuckle at Mortimer's voracious appetite. It was partly his fault. He should have explained better before making him rush all the way here.

"Mortimer, one egg is enough for me," Matthew said.

paused momentarily, then glanced back at the server and amended, "Alright,

smile faltered slightly as he realized he had the

...

renovated reception room, which he had explicitly reserved for important meetings

evident as he tapped the table. "What's all this

"Alright, Mortimer, here's the

briefly mentioned at the cafe. "Yesterday, I saw the news that the financial magnates from Dornia have allied to invest in Montiria's enterprises. At first

hesitate to pick

meat from their prey."

is something far more sinister. They want to short-sell

How could

they succeed? If they started acquiring large amounts of the Montirian Ducat, it would immediately raise red flags with both

Garrett, the Third Prince of Montiria, standing in a tailored suit at the

Matthew nodded gravely. "Garrett's