Medical Genius's Unspeakable Marriage

Helen was puzzled. “What funny smell?”

With a frown, Matthew answered, “It smells weird but I can’t really pinpoint it. It doesn’t smell like how Astragalus is supposed to smell!”

Mr. Rodgers was infuriated because of his comment. “Damn it, what’s your problem? Are you saying that my herbs have got some problems? Very well, don’t buy them since y’all think so! Come, put them on the trolley and load them back into the truck!

I have many other buyers who are interested in buying them! What can I get in return by selling the herbs to you guys without a profit? Mr. Cunningham, the problem doesn’t lie with me as you can see very well. It’s your son-in-law who is being very picky with my herbs.

James looked restless at once, thinking that he had to purchase the Astragalus by hook or by crook so that he could get the cash flow of his company running to save it from its current predicament.

On top of that, he was reluctant to give up the lucrative profit he might make out of selling the herbs.

I been seeing you everywhere I go lately?! You’re being really bold to interfere with my business. Why don’t you look yourself in the mirror? Just who do you think you are? Do you know anything about chinese herbs? How dare you make the groundless allegation that

his brows. “Dad, what I said is true. I do have some knowledge in chinese herbs and there’s really something

I have! What are you guys waiting for? Load them onto the trolley and bring them back! Damn it, do I look like I have to worry about fetching a good price for my premium quality goods? Yes, take them away because I’m not selling to them anymore!

Helen went panic-stricken when they heard Mr. Rodgers, especially Helen because the company was facing financial difficulties due

could not seize this deal, she supposed she would have no choice but to sell the car, which meant that

the parent company would probably come after them

they squandered away the thirty million in

the repercussions, suddenly dashed toward Matthew to slap

even more. “How dare you try to avoid me?! Why? Do you think you don’t deserve to be slapped? You’re just a useless piece of crap who depends on us for a living. Do you really think you own Cunningham Pharmaceuticals? Do you think you have a say in everything? Who do you think you are by coming over here to meddle with our business? Scram! Get out of here or I’ll beat you to death!” While Helen was cursing Matthew bitterly,