"The medicine supply has been cut off, the factory can only halt production, and even the company has been affected."
The old butler said anxiously.
The Second Master's entire effort is in the pharmaceutical company and factory; if something goes wrong, the consequences are unimaginable.
Matthew Lawrence wiped his hands, tossed the napkin onto the table, and maneuvered the wheelchair outside.
"Get ready, we're going over."
"Second Master, you just returned from Brocade City, and another long flight will be too taxing for your health."
Matthew's wheelchair stopped, the old butler was delighted, hoping to continue persuading him.
"Second Master, I can make the trip alone, you don't need to go personally."
"On the plane, prepare a seat."
After speaking, he continued to leave.
The old butler was helpless, not sure who Matthew planned to take along.
He could only follow orders and make preparations.
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