The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 852

With every word, the look in Anisha's eyes grew more and more unhinged. She seemed to have treated the 300 women under her command as soldiers, sending them charging at Matthew to avenge Allen and Karina.

Westley felt a shiver down his spine. Anisha was so elegant and sophisticated, but then she was suddenly filled with hatred.

It felt like seeing the graceful goldfish in the tank suddenly turn into a white shark. The stark contrast was too shocking, making his skin crawl.

After a pause, Westley thought for a while before saying, "The Fields family needs one of their own to take charge of Springflower, but you're being way too reckless in this state. You're dead set on getting revenge for Allen and Karina. We need someone more level-headed to run Springflower."

Anisha shook her head and rebuked, "You're wrong. I'm perfect for this role. When I'm at home talking to you, I don't need to hide how I feel. But when I get there, everyone will be my enemy. One wrong move, and I'm done for. So, I'll have to stay cool and face whatever comes."

Westley thought it over, and it made sense for him. "Alright. In that case, you'll get three months to prove yourself. If you show you can handle it, Springflower will be yours."

...

pulled up in front of a hot dog

worried. Anisha was coming to see him, but all he could think about was to get out of there and head to Eastoria. So, he racked his brain, thinking of an excuse

in through the car window, carrying the scent of hot dogs. He couldn't help but smack his lips because it smelled too delicious to

in his car, he found out that there

place to sit.

a bald guy in his 40s with a tattoo on his arm. At first glance, Darius

like this, there were all kinds of people around, so he didn't have to worry about his safety. Soon after, the hot dogs he ordered

dogs on the picnic table. The aroma of the hot dogs, mustard, and chili

he was still a kid, his favorite food was hot dogs, but his family didn't have the money

out once in a while. The thing Darius had eaten the most was hot dogs, and those were the happiest moments in his

stick as a support, he pushed the corn dog on his left hand and shoved

switching between the juicy meat, the mustard, and the chili sauce. The mix of flavors seemed to be throwing a party inside his