Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3222 Matthew Takes Action

"Matthew, the Montirian Ducat is indeed starting to devalue rapidly, and the price of Dornian Emeralds is skyrocketing," Mortimer hurried into the room, finding Matthew buried under a pile of documents.

details now settled, they could finally step back from the minutiae.

"Old Mr. Zedler, how's the gathering of wealthy merchants coming along?" Matthew asked as he rose from his chair, stretching his tired limbs. He and Stellan had been pulling all-nighters recently, finalizing the development direction for the Martial League. With the major "I've gathered over twenty wealthy merchants, each holding more than a billion Dornian Emeralds. I also had their backgrounds checked; their families have been clean for three generations, known for their integrity and philanthropy."

"Good. Old Mr. Zedler, have them gather at the Martial League headquarters," Matthew instructed, draping a linen overcoat over his shoulders before swiftly leading Mortimer to the first-floor reception room.

In just a few minutes, an elderly man dressed in a dapper suit walked in.

"This is Mr. Emory Jardine, the esteemed patriarch of the Jardine Family from Southaven," Mortimer introduced.

health, Old Mr. Jardine-like someone who will see seven generations of

to live to 99," Emory replied, his face beaming with joy. Having a Summit Warden-a doctor of legendary status-praise his health was no small thing. It reassured Emory that his old bones might indeed have

come for wealth or fame but simply to support Mortimer's cause. Still, everyone enjoys a compliment, especially

as I got your call, Mortimer," Emory said with a grin. "But when this is over, if you don't break out that fine wine you've been hoarding, I'll raise a fuss like you've never seen," Emory teased as Ke

a mid-tier clan in Southaven, Emory was known for his

large sums

impoverished children, many of whom later joined Jardine Corp., contributing to the

Emory by chance. The two elders had become fast friends—and occasional

my precious wine? Careful, or I'll be attending your funeral right after,"

voice chimed

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