The Great Medical Saint

"You?" Isaac's expression showed his surprise as he looked Matthew up and down.noveldrama

Matthew's hairstyle was simple, not the work of a famous stylist. His short-sleeved black shirt had no design; it was just plain black.

It was obvious it wasn't a brand name, let alone custom-made. It was probably just a basic factory-produced shirt. The same went for his pants and shoes-they were just ordinary, nondescript items. He appeared to be an ordinary person from an average background.

Isaac refused to believe that he was Rachel's fiancé. "Rachel, is he joking, or did you both plan this to mess with me? Judging by his outfit, he's just a driver at best. There's no way he's your fiancé!" Rachel replied seriously, "He really is my fiancé, and it's been confirmed by both our families."

"Really?" Isaac frowned as his gaze shifted between Matthew and Rachel, as if trying to determine the truth of her words.

After a long while, he waved his hand dismissively. "I don't care what your relationship is. If he's not your fiancé, that's great. But if he is, then break it off!"

His tone was relaxed, as if the act of breaking up was as casual as shopping at a market.

Rachel's eyes widened in astonishment as she looked at Isaac. Never had she encountered someone so conceited who wanted to dictate someone else's marriage with just a sentence.

It was ridiculous and laughable.

"We will not break up!"

Isaac smiled and said, "You're a good woman. You don't have to worry about this. Let me talk to him."

He then turned to Matthew. "Punk, a stunning woman like Rachel deserves to marry someone rich, powerful, and influential. No matter what, she wouldn't marry a poor bum like you, so just give up. She's out of your league." Matthew was amused. He and Rachel had just entered a deep and passionate relationship and had even just deepened their bond earlier in the office before coming here.

Yet, this guy had dismissed their relationship so easily.

He couldn't help but say coldly, "Our relationship has nothing to do with you. Whether I'm worthy or not is none of your business."

Isaac confidently stared at Matthew, uttering each word slowly, "I fancy your woman. You better step aside, or you'll regret it." What?

Matthew looked at him as if he had seen a ghost. "You fancy my woman? Are you trying to steal her? You're crazy."

In all his years from school to work to entrepreneurship-Matthew had encountered many people and situations.

He had seen men stealing girlfriends and women stealing boyfriends. He had even seen men forcibly taking advantage of women, like Florian.

But he had never seen someone try to steal a man's fiancée right in front of him when she had clearly rejected him.

If anyone said this guy wasn't insane, Matthew would question the definition of insanity.

Isaac looked arrogant, as if he were

hel

some high-ranking official. He glanced at Matthew disdainfully and said, "Punk, don't call me craze

You

should say I'm completely out of my mind.

"But if you knew the extent of my power, you'd think this was perfectly

normal. Because I have money, power, and influence. I can do

I

whatever I say, while you're just a broke nobody. If I steal your woman, what can you do about it? If you really piss me off, I can easily just kill you."

Matthew's eyes flashed with a cold glint, and a chill emanated from his body. He could tell this man wasn't just crazy; he was truly a maniac.

Isaac's calm tone and clear logic made it clear that he was serious. The only reason he dared to say such outrageous things was because he was so powerful that he was untouchable.

Matthew was curious about who

this guy really was and what kind of backing he had to be so brazen. "Tell me who you really are. I want to see if you have the power to back your words!"