The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 11

Rachel was taken aback. Matthew had just asserted they were in a relationship, catching her completely off guard.

She had never been in this situation before. Was Matthew staking a claim on her?

Rachel's face flushed with embarrassment and a touch of annoyance. She was only doing this for Fred's sake and didn't want rumors spreading that she was supposedly involved with a pervert like Matthew. Her delicate features glowed with a hint of anger. "You didn't have to announce our relationship to everyone."

Despite her anger, her beauty softened her words, giving her a coy, almost playful demeanor. It was a captivating sight.

Larry's jaw dropped. He had always seen Rachel as the icy, unapproachable president. In fact, many employees often wondered if she ever smiled.

Now, he witnessed a different side of her that seemed softer and more vulnerable. It dawned on him that Matthew might really be her boyfriend.

The thought was almost unbelievable-a mere driver dating the billionaire president? It was hard to fathom, but the scene unfolding before him left little room for doubt.

Realizing the gravity of his actions, Larry's face turned ashen. "Mr-Mr. Grant, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize who you were. Please don't hold this against me."

Regret flooded over Larry. He had unknowingly provoked Rachel's boyfriend. This was a complete disaster!

Matthew's tone remained cold and biting. "Just moments ago, you were telling me to get lost."

Larry trembled with fear as he slapped himself across the face. "I was blind and ignorant, Mr. Grant. I failed to recognize who you were. I was a fool! It was all my fault. Please, forgive me."

His self-criticism rang out with each resounding slap.

The three security guards were now painfully aware of their mistake. They scrambled to apologize as well.

Scott's doing. He was the one who demanded we chase you away. Please don't

along with higher-than-average pay for security guards. The thought of losing such a job was unbearable. Larry had just given the order to have Matthew chased

regaining her composure, Rachel turned her icy gaze to Larry. "Larry, what exactly is

stuttered, struggling to find the

events, and

like yours, this company would be doomed. You're fired. Finish up the paperwork," Rachel ordered.

three security guards sternly. "As for you three, you are employed to work for the company, not as anyone's personal henchman. You guys are fired as well. Go to HR and process your terminations." The three

Matthew. "I never expected this to happen. Please don't get me wrong. I might see you as a bit of a troublemaker, but I would never condone my staff harassing you. I hope you can trust me." Whether Fred recovered or not depended on Matthew's treatment

harbored no doubts about Rachel, especially since he had seen Tessa and Randall leaving Larry's office earlier. He figured they

a sigh of relief. With the misunderstanding resolved, she realized Matthew might not be so

guards, displaying his strength and courage. Most people would have been helpless and defeated in such a

trusting me. Trust is essential in any relationship. Speaking of which, you mentioned needing a century-old eldernroot for my grandfather's treatment. We found a supplier. Will

eyes widened in shock. "Then why did you have us procure

it won't cure him, it

frustration. Fred's life hung in the balance, and Matthew

she was about to retort, they heard

in dismay to see that the third button of her blouse had popped off, exposing her ample

widened in astonishment. Rachel

turn of events, Matthew realized this was his chance to clear the air

chest. "See? I told you not to wear shirts that tight. It's not my fault the buttons can't handle

to cover herself. "How could you still

I didn't unbutton your shirt the last time. It happened all

before. She was embarrassed.

turned and hurried away, mortified and wanting