The Great Medical Saint

Johan panicked a bit. He said, "Oh, it's you, Ms. Carter. Our company has already finalized this story, so we can't just retract it because you say so."

Rachel gritted her teeth in anger. She asked, If your story defames my company's products and is incorrect, shouldn't it be retracted? Do you want to persist in this mistake and bringing down Wealthwave Group? "Think carefully before you answer. Our company feeds thousands of families. Do you understand the consequences of destroying their livelihoods?"All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Rachel spoke righteously, and her words were harsh enough to make Johan afraid to look into her eyes. What made him even more uneasy was the implicit threat in her words.

Wealthwave Group was a big enterprise, and he couldn't imagine the consequences of offending such a company.

He was scared to respond, so he turned to Kyrie for help. He said, "Mr. Parker, what do you think?"

Kyrie motioned for the two bar girls to leave.

After they left, he frowned at Matthew. He asked Rachel, "Who is he?"

Rachel didn't hide anything and directly revealed Matthew's identity. She said, "He's my driver."

Kyrie waved his hand and said, "Make him leave. Once he's gone, we can talk."

Rachel gave in and said to Matthew, "Wait for me outside."

Matthew agreed. After that, he left the room and closed the door.

However, he didn't dare go far. He just stayed at the door; he was worried for Rachel's safety due to the obvious threat posed by the two men.

With only the two women left in the room, Kyrie smiled. He said, "Ms. Carter, I've heard that you're very pretty. To be honest, you're even more stunning than I imagined. Come and sit down. Let's talk while we eat." Rachel remained standing. She asked, "Say it. Who sent you, and what do you want?"

Kyrie replied with a smile, "It doesn't matter who sent me. What's important is with a word from me, tomorrow's headline will be about Wealthwave Group's drug putting patients at risk of becoming comatose. Just this alone could spell doom for your company. "Ms. Carter, come here and drink with me. If you keep me happy, I'll tell you everything."

Rachel frowned deeply. She couldn't imagine the consequences if such news were published.

From the moment she had learned about this, she had known that it

was a serious matter. That was why she had rushed back for a meeting. She had personally handled

everything to avoid any mistakes.

Now that she was facing unreasonable demands, she didn't dare to leave.

Glaring at Kyrie, she asked, "Are you trying to destroy Wealthwave Group? Have you thought about the consequences?"

Kyrie stood up, and his expression twisted with arrogance. "A small company like Wealthwave Group is nothing to me. What's there to worry about?

"Do you know my background? If I told you, it would scare you to death. You should just please me, and I'll let you know the solution."

As he spoke, he reached out to grab Rachel's arm.

Rachel was startled, so she quickly stepped back. She angrily said, "Hey, you better show some respectif you step forward again, I'll call the police!"

Kyrie didn't care at all. He provoked her, saying, "Go ahead and call the police. If you do that, your company is finished.

"Even if you call the police, no one can do anything to me! If you accompany me for a night and make me happy, your company will be fine." As he spoke, he lunged at Rachel.

Rachel was so shocked that she screamed, "Get away from me!"

She used her bag to hit Kyrie's head. The zipper of the bag cut his skin, causing the blood to flow out.

Kyrie touched the wound on his face

and saw his fingers stained with

blood. He said with a twisted expression, "Blood, seeing blood makes me even more excited."

Rachel was scared, so she kept stepping back and accidentally fell to the ground. Only then did Tracy, who was nearby, come to her senses. She called out, "Rachel!"