Chapter 171
Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
When Matthew caught up with Sasha, she was weeping silently in a corner. âDonât be sad, Sasha.
Honestly, itâs not that big of a deal,â Matthew comforted her tenderly.
âBut Matthew, they forced you to bear the cost. W-Why didnât you say anything? Why didnât you object?â Sasha asked him tearfully. âDo you know that I canât stand to see you mistreated this way?â
âSasha, canât you see it? As long as you treat me well, no matter what they say, I wonât feel mistreated,â said Matthew with a smile on his face.
âFool!â Tears falling down her face, Sasha embraced him hard. âYou really are a fool! Why do you treat me so well?â
âYou are my wife. Who else would I be good to?â Matthew replied as he gently patted her on the back.
Moved by his words, Sasha continued weeping as she held on to him. It was some time before she finally let go. âThere, there, donât cry. Itâs alright.â Matthew gently wiped away her tears. Smiling, he asked, âAre you hungry? Shall I buy you dinner?â
She held onto his arms tightly, cheeks flushed red. âAlright, letâs have a romantic candlelight dinner then, shall we?â
âNo problem. Your wish is my command!â
Matthew and Sasha browsed the restaurants until they finally found a rather upscale one to dine at.
The waiter led them to a quiet booth, where the two of them ordered their meals and a bottle of red wine.
As they walked into the restaurant, a man over at the bar caught a glimpse of them; his expression changing. This man was one of the thugs-for-hire who followed Young Master Jackson at the Shanghai Nights restaurant. He recognized Matthew immediately, and ran to the back to call Young Master Jackson. It wasnât long before Young Master Jackson stormed in and bellowed, âDamn it, where is he?â
âOver there!â The man pointed in Matthewâs direction.
Young Master Jackson scanned the area carefully, thereupon his eyes lit up as he laid eyes on Matthew and Sasha. âThat b*tch refused to show me even an ounce of respect during our last encounter. Tonight, imma settle that score!â Young Master Jackson cursed as he waved his hands.
âQuick! Round up the boys!â
âYoung Master Jackson, this is your shop,â the man whispered hesitantly. âIf a brawl were to break out here, it wouldnât look good for business. Furthermore, that b*stard is holding the Shanghai Nights restaurantâs Supreme Card; he may have a certain connection to Timothy Wayne. If we were to make a scene and Timothy Wayne hears word of it, Iâm afraid heâll come here looking for trouble!â
âHell, do you think Iâm afraid of him?â uttered Young Master Jackson irritatedly.
âIâm positive that you are not afraid of that old wanker Wayne,â the man sneered in response. âBut sometimes, it is better to take a step back. For us to march over to set the record straight without any solid reasoning will not work. If Old Master Jackson came to know, Iâm afraid he will not help you.
However, if we have a reason to back this all up, then Old Master Jackson will surely not be able to say anything!â
âWhat do you mean?â Young Master Jackson asked curiously. The man smiled, then leaned over to whisper his plan.
After Matthew and Sasha sat down, it was not long before their food was served. The waiter popped open the bottle of red wine, then poured two glasses, saying, âPlease enjoy!â
âMatthew, is this what you ordered?â After having taken a look at the dishes served, Sasha was surprised.
Matthew shook his head as he responded, âNo, I didnât order these.â
âWhat is going on?â Sasha asked, perplexed. âExcuse me, did you get our order wrong?â
The waiter looked at the list and shook his head, saying, âNo, these are correct. They are what you have ordered. Italian white truffle, Caspian pearl sturgeon caviar, French foie gras, kobe beef, and Australian abalone. Oh, and this bottle of Romani Conti.â
Sasha was floored when she heard the list. Although she had never eaten any of these dishes herself, she knew that they were extremely expensive and considered as high-end delicacies. And the wine he had mentionedâRomani Contiâwas the cream of the crop. A bottle of that could easily cost between tens to hundreds of thousands.