The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Matthew was equally surprised to find Jeffrey here. He couldn't help but suspect Jeffrey was the culprit. It was too much of a coincidence for him to be here when Shane suddenly refused to sell Wealthwave's products.

Matthew instantly understood today's matter wouldn't be easily resolved.

Jeffrey's eyes lit up when he saw Rachel. The way her burgundy shirt complemented her aloof yet stunning features made her even more alluring. She was easy on the eyes, to say the least.

He had been with many women, but most of them were mediocre in comparison. Only Rachel's unattainable beauty enthralled him. It was a shame that he could only watch her from a distance now, but it fueled his desire nonetheless. Sensing his unabashed stare, Rachel grew infuriated. "Jeffrey, I didn't expect to see you here."

Jeffrey immediately snapped out of his reverie. "Oh, Mr. Wright needed my advice on some work issues. I'm here to provide some guidance."

He sounded nonchalant, as if he was Shane's superior.

A hint of anxiety crossed Rachel's face when she sensed his implication. However, she had no choice but to feign ignorance and turned to greet Shane instead.

"Mr. Wright, I apologize for the unexpected visit."

Shane smiled and remarked, "I've always wanted to meet the legendary beauty of a president, and you've finally granted me the honor today."

He looked fine with

said, his lips did nothing more than a few twitches.

was startled. She intended to ask whether he had any health issues, but she felt it was

we've been

his throat.

too unscientific. All

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our body is nothing more

those medicines made from bark and roots really cure

words, Matthew began, "Mr. Wright, why haven't you treated your facial paralysis? It's going to be harder for you to be completely cured if you detay

glance at Matthew, Shane questioned,

replied with a smile,

Shane's expression darkened

does he know? He's just a driver. This isn't facial paralysist's referred to as facial nerve inflammation or