The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 995

"I'll be waiting for him!" Matthew snapped before hanging up the phone.

Tessa, who had been recording the conversation, played it back twice with a satisfied smirk. She murmured, "This call proves you stole the mechanical exoskeleton. From now on, it's between you and Leander—I'm completely out of it."

...

Meanwhile, on a private island in the Oceana, two men were lounging on beach chairs while models applied sunscreen to their backs.

Leander closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of the woman's soft hands massaging oil into his shoulders.

It had been over a decade since he felt this relaxed. For years, he had poured all his time and money into developing the mechanical exoskeleton, endlessly courting investors and barely catching his breath.

Leander had attended luxurious parties in the past, bringing wealthy sponsors to similar settings, but he could not relax then. His mind was always preoccupied with securing funding and getting back to the lab to continue his research.

Now that the exoskeleton was complete, Leander finally felt the weight of those years lift off his chest. Even though he wanted to have fun with the beautiful ladies, he maintained his composure.

After all, true success meant more than just creating the exoskeleton—it was about turning that achievement into cash, lots of it. This was the final step to true victory.

With this thought, he lost interest in the massage and sat up, dismissing the models. Then, he said to the man beside him, "Mikael, let's talk business."

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