Master of Medicine The Saintly Healer

Chapter 83

Matthew hated the rules of the club. At that moment, he didn’t want to go up at all. If it weren’t for his concern for Rachel’s safety, he wouldn’t have entered in the first place.

“You’ll have to go to the second floor on your own. Call me if you need anything. I’ll be waiting for you on the first floor.”

Rachel smiled apologetically. “I’ll be back soon.”

Jeffrey said to Rachel, “Sorry, Rachel. It’s not that I don’t want to take him to the second floor. He just doesn’t belong here. Plus, Hailey just so happened to take the last spot.

“Honestly, it’s for the best. Since he wouldn’t understand our business talk anyway, he would just get in the way.”

Even though Jeffrey was trying to seem apologetic, he was ridiculing Matthew.

Rachel sported a cold expression. “I’m here for business. Drop it.”

After saying that, Rachel turned to Matthew and handed him the membership card. “Find a place to relax and grab a drink”

Matthew was still worried about Rachel. “Ring me up if something happens. I’ll be there.”

The two guards by the elevator were burly, but Matthew didn’t think they were tough to deal with. He was confident he could make it to the second floor at any time.

Jeffrey snickered. “You’re not even qualified to go up to the second floor. Keep your nose out of this. Some things are just out of your league.”

As Jeffrey was talking, the elevator door slowly closed shut.

Matthew fixed his cold gaze on Jeffrey as a sign of warning.

Jeffrey didn’t back down and stared back with a menacing gaze, akin to a viper.

The deadly stare–off ensued until the elevator door finally closed, and they were out of each other’s sight.

Matthew had a bad feeling, but he could only hold onto his phone and wait for Rachel’s call.

Seeing the Opulent Club membership card in his hand, Matthew felt irritated. He took the card to the reception desk.

At the reception, two pretty women saw Matthew approaching and immediately stood up. “How can we help you?

Matthew tossed the card on the desk and shouted, “Get me–a refund!” Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The two pretty receptionists were shocked. It was difficult for newcomers to get their membership approved, and they needed someone to vouch for them.

Many people wanted a membership card here, but they couldn’t even come close. Meanwhile, Matthew wanted a refund.

One of the beautiful receptionists was baffled. “Why do you want to return the membership card? Are abroad? We have clubs in other cities too-”

Matthew cut her off mid–sentence. “I don’t like your club,”

After he said that, another person shouted from behind him, “Who has a problem with the club?”

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A man in his 50s walked in. He had single eyelids, thin lips, and a small mustache. His hair was neatly combed, and he wore a suit with gold–rimmed glasses.

Seeing him show up, the two receptionists respectfully greeted, “Mr. Miller.”

Matthew slowly uttered, “I don’t like your club. I’d like to get a refund on the membership card.”

Marty Miller was the manager here. With a cold and aloof look, he said, “Hey, young man, our membership is highly sought after. Yet, you’re giving yours up. Do you have any idea how much you’re losing? I’ll have you know-”

Marty abruptly stopped speaking. With his eyes fixed on Matthew’s ring, he trembled slightly.

Then, he mumbled, “You… Is your last name… Grant?”

Matthew was dumbfounded by Marty’s reaction. “Yes, my last name is Grant.”

Marty said with excitement, “You’re finally here. I’ve been waiting for you every day. You’re here at last!” Matthew was bewildered. “You’ve got the wrong person. I’m here to cancel my membership.”

Marty leaned in and said, “If you find anything unsatisfactory, please tell us, Mr. Grant. We’ll make sure to improve.”

Matthew didn’t know why Marty’s attitude had taken a 180. He assumed Marty must have mistaken him for someone else.

Still, Matthew disliked Opulent Club. “No matter what you do, I’ll never come back to this club.”

With a bitter expression, Marty said, “This club was built for you, Mr. Grant. If you’re not returning, there’s no point in keeping it.”