The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 192

Rachel's brows were furrowed tightly. "One of the shareholders who's supposed to be working with us on the production of the new medication wants to pull out. Hurry up and bring the car over so that we can go check out what's wrong." Matthew scratched his head. "I can't bring the car over."

Rachel was confused by that. "Is it out of gas?"

He cleared his throat. "Uh, no."

She only became more impatient when she saw him hesitating. "Did you lose the keys? That's fine. I have a spare set in my drawer."

He sighed. "The car's destroyed."

This stunned Rachel. She stared at him anxiously and asked, "Did you get into an accident? Are you okay? Are you injured anywhere?"

She felt his arms before prodding him in the chest, seemingly checking to see if he was okay. This warmed Matthew.

The car had been expensive, but she hadn't asked how badly damaged it was. Her first reaction had been to check whether he was fine. It touched him.

fine. It's just that the car's

mouth go dry. His fingers twitched, and he was close to doing

You did make quite

Rachel flushed as well. Then, she said huffily, "That

a driver like me earn? I need that money to put food on the table, you

what he meant. "How are you gonna do

body to repay the amount I owe you, but we have to set a price

it clear that I won't do it for less than

to sleep with a man to be rid of her health problems. Now, he was talking about using his body to pay off his debts. He even wanted her

"As the president of a company, you might think a thousand dollars each

I can raise the price to 2,000 dollars a night! That would make me a lot happier, too,

couldn't take it anymore. She turned around and headed back into the building: For some reason, even though she knew Matthew was just teasing her, she couldn't help

hard to believe she was acting like this. She secretly told herself off for

on her perky ass. It was

to her office