The Great Medical Saint

Yvonne was taken aback. She looked at Matthew, then at Rachel. She shook her head.

"Impossible. He's from Lambda City. It's his first time in Khoitwood. There's no way he could know people from those two families. Besides, how could a doctor have such influence?" She couldn't believe that a doctor could have more sway with the two families than Rachel, the president of Wealthwave Group.

Rachel sighed. "Mom, do I have a reason to lie to you?"

She was right. Yvonne looked at Matthew in disbelief. If Rachel said so, it must be true. She realized she had completely misjudged him. Now she deeply regretted her actions. She had never held such a grand birthday celebration in her life and didn't want it to become a joke where Rachel lost her position. After all, Rachel was her pride and joy.

Yvonne looked at Matthew and said embarrassedly, "Well, in that case, I'll need to trouble you to handle receiving the Lloyds and Whites during the party."

Matthew didn't respond; he was clearly still angry.

Noticing the tension, Rachel stepped in to smooth things over. "Mom, Dad, you guys continue your meal. I'll take Matthew upstairs for a bath."

She then tugged on Matthew's hand and led him upstairs.

Yvonne sat down and glared at Martin. "Didn't you say Matthew was a good-for-nothing? You said he was just freeloading and that he tricked Rachel into getting engaged to him.

"It turns out he's more capable than her. You've put me in a tough spot! I was so embarrassed just now!"

Still frowning, Martin said, "I think something's off. Rachel must be lying to protect him. Otherwise, how could a country bumpkin from Lambda City know such big shots in Khoitwood?"

...

Malcolm and Quinn were drinking together in their living room.

Malcolm put down his glass and said, "Quinn, at the birthday party, you should first humiliate Matthew, then reveal his history as a divorced man with a child and a criminal record. "Finally, have Mr. Lloyd show his support for you. Once we do that, we'll have the position of president in the bag. Here, to the future president!"

Quinn raised his glass with a smile. "If I'm president, you'll be the president's father. Cheers!"

Malcolm couldn't stop laughing at Quinn's words.

Rachel stopped at the bathroom door. "Matthew, I'm sorry. I'll talk to my mom. Please don't take it to heart about what happened."

Though Matthew still felt a little uneasy, he couldn't stay angry when he saw how sincere Rachel was. "Alright. I won't take it to heart."

Noticing his lingering displeasure, Rachel smiled and said, "I take a bath when I'm upset. It makes me happy. I'll go in first, then you can have your turn."

With that, she waved and entered the bathroom.

20 minutes later, she came out. She had a towel wrapped around her head and her body, accentuating her stunning figure.

There were still water droplets on her shoulders. Her skin was glowing. Her face was flushed, making her look seductive.

Matthew felt his mouth go dry, like a parched man desperate for water.

Rachel noticed his reaction and blushed. "I'm done. Your turn."

Matthew snapped out of it and entered the bathroom.

He was immediately taken aback. On the edge of the bathtub hung a pair of panties, and there was a matching bra on the rack. Both were bright red, which seemed completely at odds with Rachel's cold, icy demeanor.