Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3497 The Governor of Ore Island

The air in the mansion of Ore Island's governor was thick with an almost palpable anticipation.

Toliver strode purposefully down the marble hallway, his polished shoes echoing sharply against the pristine floors. His destination was clear-Orla's private quarters. "Governor, I need to speak with you. It's urgent!" he called out, his voice carrying an edge of alarm that refused to be masked.

From inside the room, a woman's voice answered, her tone teasing. "Toliver, this isn't like you. What's got you so rattled?"

Barely keeping his composure, he replied, "The man you've taken an interest in... He's crossed the Viper Crew!"

"Hmm?" A soft hum of surprise escaped from the room. Moments later, the faint sound of footsteps approached the door. It swung open smoothly, revealing Orla herself.

Her beauty was otherworldly-her high ponytail tied neatly, complemented by a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips. She was wrapped in a flowing white gown that enhanced her ethereal presence, creating a vision so striking it could leave anyone breathless.

Toliver lowered his gaze instinctively, a gesture of respect and perhaps a measure of self-preservation. He knew well that if the woman before him truly posed no threat, it would only mean he was already marked for death. "Greetings, my Lord," he said firmly.

Orla's smile widened slightly as she observed him. "Toliver, you're always so formal. I've told you before-relax a bit when you see me."

replied without looking up. "You are my master, and

how terrifying this breathtaking woman truly

in his rigid demeanor,

of exasperation crossing her delicate features. "Fine. Rise, then, and

the matter of his rigid formality, Toliver straightened and began his

she ascended to power. The name "Toliver" had not been his originally-it was a name Orla

today, one

Redwood, went to the

up dead right there in the middle of the street. His body's still

eyes meeting Orla's briefly before darting away. "And it doesn't end there. Dominic has already issued a challenge-a deathmatch tonight, in the arena. If Matteo doesn't show up,

and stepped back, retreating into the background. He

calm. Her sharp gaze narrowed as if piecing together an intricate puzzle. The silence lingered, thick with contemplation, before she suddenly

her tone light and amused, "that Matteo is turning out to be

the space with an almost disarming warmth.

in