Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3491 Take It Slow on Your Way Back

Although Matthew had resorted to some heavy-handed tactics this time, Laurent had cooperated and revealed everything he wanted to know. So, he graciously accepted the favor without hesitation. "Thank you, Matteo. If anything comes up, don't hesitate to let me know," Laurent said warmly.

He forced a smile, though his inner monologue was running wild. I never want to see you again for as long as I live. Please, just leave already.

For someone like Matthew-capable of taking his life at any moment-someone in Laurent's position, with power and influence, would never want to cross paths with him again.

"Well then, Mr. Laurent, I'll take my leave now," Matthew said, standing up. His strikingly handsome face was adorned with a gentle smile.

Laurent's mouth twitched involuntarily. Were it not for the need to keep things civil, he would have gladly unleashed a torrent of insults. Seriously? You slashed a groove into my desk just now, and you expect me to feel like the boss here?

"Haha! Matteo, since you've got things to handle, I won't keep you for a meal. Take it slow on your way back, and if anyone gives you trouble, just drop my name. No need for me to see you off," he replied, standing as well, feigning a reluctant farewell. Gone was the commanding aura he had displayed when they first met.

Laurent might be the owner of the local building materials market, earning a decent living and keeping a crew of 100 or so under his wing for protection, but who in their right mind could maintain their composure when dealing with someone like Matthew-lethal, stoic, and capable of snuffing out a life at a moment's notice?

his walkie-talkie without hesitation. "From today on, if that ridiculously handsome Matteo shows up, tell

...

Group, Angus and Catia were sitting in the front hall,

tonight?" Angus asked absentmindedly, flipping through the

off green beans, tossing them into a nearby basket without looking up. "Stuffed pig's trotters, steamed salmon, and maybe some roast chicken,"

down his book, staring at her in astonishment.

parting as she retorted, "You know I didn't buy any of that, and yet you're asking? What do you think I'm

sighed inwardly. Great.

was turning into a

at Lopez Mining Group-we've got plenty of wealth. You could grab money from the accounts, and no one would bat an eye. But no, it's sauteed green beans on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, oven-roasted

his chair, his refined and scholarly

Catia in and promise she could handle the cooking and laundry. Back then, it had seemed like a stroke of genius. Now, he was stuck eating vegetarian meats every day. To make matters worse, she insisted on waking him up early each morning for breakfast, and when he suggested hiring a professional chef,

"What's wrong with being