The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 2

Now that Fred had managed to find a way to address two issues simultaneously, a broad grin spread across his face.

As he settled back into the car, he instructed the chauffeur, "Step on it! Return to the company at once!"

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With Rachel's secretary, Tracy Lauder, leading the way, Tessa made her way into the president's office at Wealthwave Group.

As soon as she laid eyes on Rachel, she was completely awestruck.

With eyebrows resembling delicate crescents, skin like smooth marble, a figure that turned heads, and a beauty that could launch a thousand ships, Rachel still carried herself with an air of icy detachment.

She radiated a serene and ethereal grace, like an ice queen. She seemed untouched by earthly impurities and held herself with an air of dignified detachment.

Tessa often thought of herself as a woman with both beauty and status as the president of a company, and she even took pride in it.

Yet, Rachel eclipsed her in youthfulness, affluence, and physical allure.

For the first time in her life, Tessa was overcome with a feeling of inferiority and shame.

When Rachel noticed Tessa's silence, she reminded her, "You only have ten minutes, so please get straight to the details of your project."

After realizing that she had spaced out, Tessa quickly said, "I'm so sorry, Ms. Carter. Allow me to introduce myself. I am—"

Before she could even finish her sentence, the phone on the desk abruptly rang.

Rachel picked up the phone, gestured for Tessa to be quiet, and then answered the call, "Hey, Grandpa! Did you get to meet the doctor?"

Fred had planned to wait until they could meet, but the urgency of the situation had compelled him to call Rachel.

"Rae! You've got to drop everything you're doing immediately. There's a life-or-death situation for both of us. You're the only one who can handle this!"

As soon as she heard that, Rachel realized the urgency of the matter. She jumped to her feet and walked toward the door while speaking on the phone.

"Grandpa, I'm making my way to the elevator now. I'll be on my way to you soon. Please tell me exactly what you need me to do."

Fred cut to the chase and said, "I've found a promising young man for you! At this moment, he's single. You should go meet him as soon as possible. It would be ideal if you could get engaged with him right off the bat."

Get engaged?

Rachel was instantly taken aback. "You've randomly found a guy and want me to get engaged to him? Isn't that too rash? You shouldn't worry too much about your illness, Grandpa. We'll definitely find a way to cure it.

"And you don't have to worry about me. I'll definitely find a boyfriend soon. Everything will eventually work out." She assumed Fred was preparing for his passing, so she patiently comforted him.

At the same time, it dawned on Fred that Rachel had misunderstood his intentions.

When he had realized that Matthew was unfazed by his offer of a billion dollars—a display of composure few could muster—he had understood that Matthew was far from ordinary.

At that moment, the most important thing was that Fred didn't want to die. Although he knew that he wouldn't live much longer at his age, he still didn't want to die so quickly.

Besides, the Carter family was beset by internal strife. None of Fred's scions possessed the ability to manage Wealthwave Group, yet they all desired to monopolize it.

If Fred were to pass away, Rachel would definitely not be able to withstand the external pressure. As a result, Wealthwave Group would undoubtedly collapse.

Fred couldn't bear the thought of it, so he pleaded, "Please just humor me and consider this my final wish, Rae. I've never made you do anything against your will, and you know my intuition has always been spot-on.

"I've built our business empire from nothing to where it is now, amassing billions of dollars in assets. So, it's clear that my judgment has never faltered. Please do me this favor, Rae! I'm begging you!"

As soon as she heard that, Rachel's heart ached. After all, Fred had always been a man of immense pride and resilience.

Even when he had started his business from scratch, he would rather have sold cheap soda at the station than asked relatives or friends for money.

Using the few hundred dollars he had earned from selling soda as capital, he had gradually expanded and strengthened his business.

Throughout his life, Fred had never sought help from others. He had always lived his life with great pride.

Yet, at that moment, he was actually pleading with her, his granddaughter.

Rachel's eyes grew teary in an instant. With a heavy heart and trembling voice, she said, "Please don't say that, Grandpa. I'll do as you say. I'll get engaged to whoever you decide, alright?"

Meanwhile, Tessa was dumbfounded as she watched Rachel leave the office. She had begged her friend to arrange an appointment with Rachel , and it had taken ten days to get this opportunity.

Yet, she hadn't even had the chance to introduce herself before Rachel had suddenly gotten up and left.

After a while, Tracy walked in and said, "Ms. Carter is currently unavailable. Please leave."

With a hint of reluctance, Tessa said, "I hadn't even gotten to the point of my visit! Why did Ms.

Carter leave so suddenly?"

When Tracy noticed Tessa's displeasure, she coldly retorted, "Is Ms. Carter obligated to explain herself to you? Please don't get ahead of yourself. It's best if you know your place!"

Although Tessa felt utterly humiliated by Tessa's remarks, she didn't dare talk back. After all, Tracy wasn't a mere ordinary secretary—she was the secretary of Wealthwave Group's president.

A single word from her had the power to jeopardize Tessa's position at Lambda City!

Hence, Tessa could only apologize with a smile. "Please forgive my rudeness and impatience. I've clearly spoken out of turn. May I ask when I can meet Ms. Carter again?"

Tracy responded curtly, "You'll need to make another appointment."

Recalling how it had taken her ten days to secure this appointment, the thought of another ten-day wait filled Tessa with dread.