The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 622

Matthew coldly remarked, "Everyone at the company believes that cutting down the number of executives is the key to boosting productivity and turning things around financially. Firing you will only make Silvaris Pharmaceuticals better."

Eliel glared at Matthew. "Who said so? Step forward."

Before Matthew could respond, Judson came forward and shouted, "It was me! I'm right here."

Judson felt emotional about the whole thing with 200 executives in Silvaris Pharmaceuticals. Just stepping forward got him worked up. The issue felt like a thorn in his heart, and it was hard to bear.

He was fed up with watching Silvaris Pharmaceuticals go downhill, but there was nothing he could do.

After bottling up this sentiment for too long, he had a deep-seated hatred for the freeloaders in the office.

On that day, Judson had set his mind to either get rid of the deadweights at Silvaris Pharmaceuticals or just walk away. So, he was willing to put everything on the line.

When Eliel spotted Judson, a look of disdain crossed his face. He couldn't be bothered to speak to Judson and just turned to Matthew.

"He's just a regular worker and practically a nobody. I could make him lose his job with just my word.

"Are you really going out of your way for such a trivial person? Do you even realize what that could mean for you?"

When Eliel finished speaking, the square fell into dead silence.

fixed his gaze on Matthew. Since he stood up to support Matthew, what Matthew said now was

looked indifferent, some had a glimmer of hope in their eyes,

executives all sported

upsetting Eliel's brother-in- law with anything he said. If the electricity company cut off the power supply, how was Silvaris Pharmaceuticals supposed to

"Getting rid of a pest like you will only mean Silvaris Pharmaceuticals

bastard! Eliel's expression darkened. Matthew had crossed the line by calling him a pest in front of

mess with me? You're going

it if

teeth. "Fine. Just you wait. I'll show you what happens when you cross

people below the stage. "Mortimer, Eustace, Horatio, and everyone else. If you have any serious

pulled out their phones and started making

the factory? Now they're biting the hands that feed them and want to fire me. Can you revert

getting

"Uncle Marvin..."

phone calls blended together, buzzing

faces drained of color. Each

thought even if the executives wanted to stir

calls without