The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 263

With gritted teeth and overt hatred on her face, Sara looked at Matthew and scolded, "You're a brute! A real bastard!"

Matthew shot back inimically, "Thanks for the compliment."

Though he was a chauffeur, he had been treated like a butler. Moreover, he had been mocked and threatened as well. He could not tolerate that. He'd rather be disagreeable than mistreated. Sara ground her teeth in anger, thinking that he was extremely shameless for taking her reproach as a compliment.

As a scion of the Clark family, her reputation was incredibly important. It couldn't be tainted. Hence, in this situation, she could only restrain herself.

Shooting Matthew a spiteful glare, she turned and entered Wealthwave Group's building. Matthew shrugged, indifferent to Sara's glare.

Rachel was in a room, sorting through documents regarding the search for Sawyer.

She had found six men named Sawyer Solomon. One was under 20 years old, another was 32, two were in their 40s, and one was in his 60s. There was one who was about 70 to 80 years old. According to the information provided by Sara, Sawyer was around 70 to 80 years old. Now, only one of the men she'd found fit the age group.

Right as Rachel finished sorting through the documents, the sound of high heels clicking sounded at the door.

She could immediately tell that it was not Tracy. The footfalls were somewhat harried and forceful, as if the person was aggravated.

documents down and looked at the door. When she saw Sara stomping in, she sprung up in

herself down. "Who is your chauffeur?

Sara. Worried that the company would be

fell silent. How

Matthew had dragged her to some secluded spot in the mountains in the middle of

anyone would assume he had sexually assaulted her. Surely no one would

imagined scenarios others

to mess

my orders. He's not a qualified chauffeur at all.

breathed a long sigh of

get to train him before putting him

was her fiancé and casually explained

thought came to Sara. She

"Yes,

Rachel. The temperament of Khoitwood's icy beauty seemed somewhat different from the

that the bastard chauffeur had probably subdued Rachel with some kind of trick