The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 415

Brad exuded a thick murderous intent. "Just take Horace out. He turned against his own and crossed the line.

"When people abandon their duty to do someone else's dirty work, it means that they've gone rogue and therefore deserve to die." Even though Brad didn't speak loudly, his words evoked images of massacre and bloodbath.

Matthew took a deep breath. "Alright. I see. You just yelled a bit to scare off Gary, and now I'm the one sticking out my neck for you."

A diffident look flashed across Brad's face.

"You're talking about Gary, right? I'll get someone to deal with him. I'll make the call now. See you." With that, Brad ended the call before Matthew could say a word.

Holding the phone, Matthew fell speechless. In truth, even if Brad hadn't been using him, he would've done something about Gary anyway.

Matthew considered anyone who came after him an enemy. And when it came to enemies, he was getting used to striking them down without mercy.

Renae fixed her gaze on Matthew, her eyes filled with admiration. She'd always thought he was just some guy from the medical field. If he had any backing, it was purely in medicine. So, she was surprised when Matthew was connected to a big shot like Brad.

herself regretting not being more forward back in the private room.

The fear on her lovely face made her look so helpless that every man would want to step in and protect her. Matthew looked at Renae in a daze and comforted her with a smile. "It's all over

added, "Without you, I can't even imagine how things would turn out in the end. So, let me cook for you to show my appreciation. Stick around for a quick bite

Lorraine. Noticing Renae was already in the kitchen, he realized that

"Mmhm," Trevor responded.

and sat down with a commanding presence. Placing his hand on his knees, he sat

as if he was ready for

looked up with a blank expression. "I

that

perfectly apart. As he rested his hands on his knees, his torse was stiff as

his e hair felt like a string attached to him. No matter how Matthew looked at him,

that he looked natural? Matthew shook his head and stopped commenting about

and asked, "Are

cheeks blushed. "What nonsense are

times,

deny it,