Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

That night, in the hotel where Matthew was staying, he stood by the window looking out at the stars, speaking into his phone. "Leanna, I need you to help me gather 250 million." On the other end of the call, Leanna's slightly resentful voice echoed back. "You know, every time you call me, it's always business. Can't you ever show a little concern for me?" After hanging up, Matthew sat quietly outside on the balcony. He didn't know when it had started, but he had grown fond of sitting alone at night, gazing up at the stars.

In his hand, he held a small figurine. Perhaps in these quiet moments, he could return to being just a husband, filled with thoughts of his wife, for during the day, he was the Summit Warden of the Martial League. No matter what happened, he had to remain calm and calculated, always in control. Just then, the door to the balcony slid open, and Shawn, wearing pajamas with a cartoon bear design, stumbled out, yawning. "Boss, why are you still up so late?"

Matthew glanced at the sleepy Shawn and scoffed, "Sleep? At your age? How can you sleep so much?"

Shawn blinked in confusion, caught off guard. Seriously? I get lectured for only asking you why you're still up?!

"Did you check out the neighborhood this morning?" Shawn quickly changed the topic, hoping to avoid further reprimands.

"It's a done deal; 250 million for full ownership."

Shawn's eyes widened in surprise. "Just over 200 million for the entire neighborhood?!"

When he had toured the neighborhood with Matthew earlier, he had been shocked by its size. It included gardens, a river, and even roads running through it. He had figured it would cost at least 400 million to acquire.

"Aren't you worried those family heads might try to stir up trouble behind the scenes?" Shawn's eyes gleamed with a hint of excitement.

He was itching for action. Ever since

the incident with the Watson Family, Shawn had realized that none of the elites in Dewsbury were trustworthy. They all smiled to peoples' faces while scheming behind their backs. If Matthew gave the word, Shawn would be more than ready to march in, even with a rocket launcher if necessary.

Matthew chuckled at Shawn's enthusiasm. "Oh, they've already made their move."This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

The neighborhood was located near Dewsbury's city center, and the people who could afford to live there were mostly white-collar

professionals. It was highly unlikely that any of them would jump off building out of emotional despair: No, the so-called "suicides" were O

nothing more than a setup weren

orchestrated by the elite families to drive down the property's value. Their goal was simple: acquire the neighborhood at a bargain, then erase the rumors and pocket a massive profit. It was an age-old tactic used by powerful families.

Meanwhile, in the study of the Mirren Estate, Glaucus sat in a high-backed chair, a servant kneeling before him.

"Do you understand the significance of what you've done?" Glaucus' voice was calm, but it sent shivers down the servant's spine. Meanwhile, in the study of the Mirren Estate, Glaucus Mirren sat at the head of the room while a servant knelt before him.

"Do you understand what this means?" Glaucus' voice was calm, but it sent shivers down the spine of the trembling servant below.

"Master, I've served you faithfully for so many years. Please, spare me just this once," the servant begged on his knees, repeatedly bowing as he banged his head against the food, blood trickling from his forehead.

The servant had been with Glaucus for over two decades and knew full well how ruthless he could be.

"I told you to keep the rumors in that neighborhood alive, spread them far and wide. And this... this is what you give me?" Glaucus' eyes were filled with fury as he glared at the trembling servant.

Glaucus had been eyeing that

neighborhood for four or five years, even going so far as to orchestrate a murder to lower the property value. It was all part of a grand scheme to acquire the neighborhood at a rock-bottom price, knowing it held the potential for enormous profit.