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.

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

to the couch and plopped herself down. "Who is your

the company would be affected, she asked, "How did he offend

fell silent. How could

that Matthew had dragged her to some secluded spot in the mountains in the middle of the night and spanked her? Would Rachel even believe

no one would believe he had

imagined scenarios others might conjure up

to mess

qualified chauffeur at all. Never mind. I'll

long sigh of

him before putting him to

that Matthew was her fiancé and

a thought came to Sara. She asked, "He's

nodded. "Yes,

The temperament of Khoitwood's icy beauty

about spanking Sara, so she surmised that the bastard chauffeur had probably subdued Rachel with some kind of trick as