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Medical Genius Unspeakable Marriage Chapter 2284

Chapter 2284

When Smith Connor had gone.

Lin Mo was the only one left in the room.

Looking at the identity card in his hand, as well as a description of his welfare package, he couldn’t help but be dumbfounded.

“This man is thunderous in his actions and generous in his spending.”

This position alone, Lin Mo, had a guaranteed annual dividend of over 50 million.

And it was still just a posting.

If there were no major matters, even if he, Lin Mo, did nothing, the other party would still pay her this money every year.

He flicked his identity card.

Lin Mo then casually put it into his pocket, got up and walked out of the room.

The other side.

Smith Connor, after leaving Echoing Spring Hall, had a satisfied smile on his face.

This trip had not only solved the crisis of the Second Prince of Baidi’s condition.

And he had also brought in a Chinese medicine master who had great potential and did not reveal himself.

“Mr. Connor, you have given such a precious position to such a young kid.

And the other party is also a Chinese medicine practitioner.

Will there be any comments from the shareholders as well as the family side.”

Hearing such spoiling words from the a*sistant.

Smith Connor’s originally joyful face suddenly sank.

“You seem to be talking a bit too much today!”

After saying that, his cold gaze fell on the a*sistant’s body.

The latter, in turn, was as if a large hand had been stuck in his throat.

With a face full of cold sweat, he stammered out an explanation.

“Sir, don’t be angry, I …. I …. I was just worried.”

Hearing these words.

Smith smiled faintly, and then withdrew the aura around him.

“So I have misunderstood you.

I am glad that you have such loyalty.”

At this time, the a*sistant subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Smith’s next words caused him to plunge into the abyss at once.

“Let’s put it this way, we are still short of a keeper for our reserve medicine store.

I will entrust you with such a heavy responsibility.”

A medicine storehouse sounds like a good place.

But those who knew the inside story understood that it was an empty shell building.

It was an abandoned warehouse that could not be used at all.

What was the difference between being a*signed to such a place and being in exile?

But the a*sistant hadn’t had time to ask.

Smith then snorted coldly.

“I’m keeping you around purely because you’ve been with me for so many years.

It’s not that you’re so capable that I can’t leave you.

Of course you don’t have to complain about anything.”

“The money they’ve shoved down your throat should be enough to last you a lifetime.”

After saying that, Smith ignored the other party and went straight to his car.

“During this time, monitor all movements within the company.

But if anyone extends their claws, no need to report, just chop them up for me.”

An icy tone filled the entire carriage.

Courtesy was his character, and thunder and lightning was his personality.

The man who could be the one who was in charge of Smith Drug Creation was naturally not a good and kind person.

And in the pa*senger seat, a woman, no more than thirty years old, answered in the affirmative.

And then her long, slender fingers flew across the keyboard, taking detailed notes of everything the CEO said.

“Boss, there’s been too much delay on your end.

We need to hurry up with the rest of our trip.”

“Also Chief Baidi’s side has just called to express their gratitude for the Second Prince’s recovery from his illness.”

With that, the woman handed a document to Smith in the back seat.

Looking at the packed itinerary.

Smith Connor could only rub his brow with a headache.

The three luxury cars worth over ten million dollars started slowly.

Between glances, he looked at the Echoing Hall behind him.

Smith Connor surprisingly looked envious and lingering.

At this moment in situ, only the exiled a*sistant was left muttering.

“Why did he know when we were doing something so secretive?

Why should a brat be employed in such an important position?

Is he worthy? On what grounds?”

Looking at the far departing motorcade.

He could only keep asking rhetorical questions with a heart full of remorse.

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