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."

looking up. "You are my master, and I am your

terrifying this

in his rigid demeanor,

softly, a trace of exasperation crossing her delicate features. "Fine. Rise, then, and speak." She waved a hand, signaling him

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

her side long before she ascended to power. The name "Toliver" had not been his originally-it was a name Orla had given him after

today, one of

went to

Matteo. A conflict broke out, and Redwood ended up dead right there in the middle

continued, his 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

and stepped back, retreating into the background. He knew better than to disturb Orla when she was deep in

intricate puzzle. The silence lingered, thick

her tone light and amused, "that

the chime of silver bells, filling the space with an almost disarming warmth. Her

in confusion. What had she