The Great Medical Saint

Her rosebud-colored lips looked absolutely delectable. "You need to work well together."

When Silas walked in, he was mesmerized by the two beautiful women. But since he wanted to be polite, he dared not gawk at them. So, he looked at the office decorations instead. However, his mind was focused on their conversation.

He could already sense the suggestiveness in Tracy's words and glances. What was even more surprising was the fact that Rachel had paired Tracy and Matthew together to be in charge of the research institute. Wasn't she basically handing off her man to another woman? Was she blind, or was she doing this on purpose? Silas couldn't bear to think about it.

Matthew was nonchalant. "I'm okay with it."

Tracy smiled and reassured Rachel, saying, "I'll only be in charge of the finances. I can ignore everything else as long as we're profiting.

"By the way, I was out looking earlier, and I found a pretty good place available for sale. It would be a nice spot for the research institute. Should we look at it together?"

Matthew didn't think that things would be this easy. "Let's go."

Rachel considered it for a while and said, "I'm busy today. You two can go. I'll be over soon if I have the time."

"Okay," Matthew replied, bringing Silas to the elevator.

Tracy hurried after them. "You're driving, aren't you? I'll be your passenger princess then."

Matthew said nothing, walking into the elevator. Meanwhile, Tracy raised her eyebrows. "I'm the president and your superior. Why aren't you replying to me?"

For whatever reason, Matthew would make her feel snubbed every time. Tracy felt upset. Matthew was her assistant now. It was time for revenge.

She didn't intend to humiliate him or anything. She just wanted to get rid of that antsy feeling in her chest.

Matthew glanced at her, saying nothing. He suddenly wondered if making her president was a good choice. She was already flaunting her authority minutes after getting it. Silas stepped back, standing in the corner of the elevator. He wished to have no part in their conversation.

He might be Matthew's friend, but Tracy was going to be the president of the research institute. He was just a researcher. He couldn't afford to offend her.

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the elevator Tracy glared at Matthew, upset that she wasn't given a response. Her breasts heaved as she huffed angrily. They trembled in her tight shirt as the

elevator rode down.

Matthew glanced at them, feeling his heart quiver. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed his saliva. He turned away.

Tracy scrunched her nose. With a "ding," the elevator arrived on the first floor and Tracy walked out of the elevator. She had a tight black skirt on, and her heels accentuated her curves. She swung her hips from side to side as she walked

Matthew followed behind her, trying his best to look up. However, he would still find his gaze drifting down to her assets. It was like a magnet, attracting his attention.

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Suddenly, Tracy stopped. Matthew was so engrossed in his gawking that he bumped into her. He backed away quickly.

Tracy looked back at him and shrieked, "Where's your car?"noveldrama

It was then that Matthew realized they were on the first floor. The car was in the basement.

Just as he was about to say something, a sweet voice sounded. "Get in the car, Mr. Grant."

Matthew turned around and saw Sara. She had opened the doors to the backseat of her car and was beckoning for him to go in.

Tracy was stunned to see her. She knew of the Clarks' identity. They could destroy Wealthwave Group with just a few words. Sara was the Clarks' daughter. "Ms... Ms Clark, with your identity... driving would be too much."

Sara glanced at Tracy. She remembered now. Tracy was Rachel's secretary. She couldn't even be bothered to argue with someone like that.

"I'm Mr. Grant's driver," she said coldly.