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.

It's just that the car's

her chest in relief, and she did it a little stronger than she usually would. It made her breasts juggle a bit, which made Matthew's mouth go dry. His fingers twitched, and he was close to doing

You did make

as well. Then, she said huffily, "That car cost 100

How much can a driver like me earn? I need that money to put food on the table, you know. How about

didn't get what he meant. "How are you gonna

was red as he explained, "I'll use my body to repay the amount I owe you, but we have to set a price

I won't do it for less than a thousand dollars

burned. He was such a pervert! In the past, he'd talked about her being short of a man and that she needed to sleep with a man to be rid of her health problems. Now, he was talking

a company, you might think a thousand

to 2,000 dollars a night! That would make me a lot happier,

back into the building: For some reason, even though she knew Matthew was

to believe she was acting like this. She secretly

fixing his gaze on her

to her office