The Great Medical Saint

Matthew rang one doorbell after another.

After a while, he started getting irritated. Pierre was one of the landlords of the building, so they should have recognized him. Why did it feel like no one had ever heard of him?noveldrama

Matthew felt that something was off. He started to wonder if Ansel had provided him with the wrong information.

With a click, the lock made a sound, and the door swung open.

A woman in a burgundy nightgown was rubbing something with both hands. It was probably a skin care product as she gently patted her neck.

Her name was Alyssa Davenport. Her delicate makeup made her super gorgeous. She had adorable eyes and rosy lips.

Upon seeing Matthew, Alyssa was stunned for a moment before saying, "Hey! You made it. Hurry up and come on in."

As she spoke, she extended her delicate hand and pulled Matthew inside.

Matthew was utterly confused, thinking there was some kind of misunderstanding. Smiling, he explained, "My last name is Grant. I'm trying to find a friend with the last name, Davenport."

Alyssa chuckled. "My last name is Davenport. It's me you're looking for. Come in, and have a seat on the couch. I'll get you some water."

Davenport? Even though Matthew felt something didn't quite add up, he had at least met someone with the last name of Davenport. Maybe Alyssa was related to Pierre.

Thinking about this, Matthew settled down and came to the couch.

He looked around inside. The place was super fancy, and the coffee table alone was something else. The wooden frame had a subtle wood scent to it.

The coffee table's surface was made of marble, but Matthew couldn't identify the quality precisely. On the right side, there was a carving of a mountain with a pond and two fish swimming in it. Judging by the design, he knew it was something unique.

As Matthew remained seated on the couch, Alyssa walked over with a fragrance filling the air. She set the water down in front of him and sat closely beside him.

He frowned, feeling uncomfortable

as Alyssa was way too close. Honet

arm he s rubbing against his, a

could feel the smoothness of her

skin.

Matthew subconsciously moved a little to the side, trying to keep some personal space.

Seeing Matthew move away, Alyssa smiled and asked, "How old are you?"

Matthew was planning to about Alyssa, but she beat him to it. He casually replied, "I'm in my 20s."

In truth, such a nonchalant reply didn't mean anything important.

Alyssa nodded. "Your age is perfect, but you don't seem experienced. Is this your first time in this line of work?"

Matthew was puzzled. "What experience exactly? Is there some kind of misunderstanding here?"

Alyssa reached out her smooth, delicate hand. Her bright red nails stood out, and

it really suited her vibe-mature, elegant, and refined.

She gently placed her hand on Matthew's thigh. "Are you playing dumb on

purpose? Come on. Don't be shy. I won't bite."

Matthew's eyes went wide as he watched her hand land on his thigh and move upward. His heart started racing, and his mouth went dry.

As her hand got closer to the top of his thigh, he stopped her and asked, "W-What are you doing?"

Matthew had just entered the house, and Alyssa was already pulling such a stunt His gut told him something was wrong, and he couldn't help but think that it was a trap with hidden cameras around to blackmail him.

Alyssa tried to withdraw her hand, but Matthew's strong grip wouldn't let it go. As

she failed to free her hand, she scowled.

"You're making a mistake here."

Matthew coldly responded, "What's the problem?"

Alyssa slightly raised her chin. "If

you're here to make some cash, quit being so hesitant. I'm just getting started, and we haven't gotten down into business yet. Why are you not playing along? How do you expect me to pay you?"