Chapter 901

Jerome was blown away by Matthew's bold statement. He fixed his gaze on Matthew, trying to figure out if he was just joking. But he seemed to catch onto something he found hard to believe—Matthew might actually be serious about killing him. The fact that he was on the ninth floor of Opulent Club made him more unsettled, but he couldn't stand the idea of getting slapped twice and not doing anything about it. After a pause, Jerome continued, "I get that you're not just anyone, but I've built connections to get to where I am now. One word from me, and the police will start digging your dirt." He was just trying to save his pride. Getting someone to investigate Matthew? That was out of the question. Jerome figured that with how long Opulent Club running smoothly without any trouble, the people behind it had to be powerful. The last thing he wanted was to pay ten million dollars for a consultation fee, and he wouldn't be able to talk his way out of it. He wasn't stupid enough to do something that'd hurt him in the process. Matthew slapped Jerome across the face, and the impact made him fall flat on the ground. Everything went pitch black, and his ears started ringing. It took a while before he could recover. Holding his face, Jerome raised his head and gaped at Matthew. He thought he was getting his dignity back, but he just got slapped in the face again. He simply didn't know what to do next. Matthew pulled out his phone. "You want to call for help, right? Let me do it for you. I'll dial 911 and get the police here." Was Matthew really going to call the police? Jerome didn't expect Matthew to be serious about calling the police. How did things end up like this? He couldn't wrap his head around it, but he watched as Matthew pulled out his phone and started dialing. He felt like he was losing his mind. This guy wasn't joking around. With his hands pressed together, Jerome pleaded, "I'm sorry, Mr. Grant. Please don't call the police. I'm begging you." Jerome had already dialed 911, and a woman's voice came through. "Hello, this is 911. How can I help you?" Matthew didn't respond but turned to Jerome. "The call's gone through. Do you need to report it to the police?" Jerome dropped to his knees and begged, "No need to call the police. I won't report it. It's just a small thing. There's no reason to go too far." Matthew eyed the red document in his hand. If he got the police involved, the medical license might be revoked. He quickly made up his mind and spoke on the phone. "I'm making the call for someone else. It might be a misunderstanding. He says it's not necessary to call the police now. It's all good, so I'm hanging up." A female voice came through on the line. "If that's the case, go ahead and end the call. You can always call the police if you need to." Matthew hummed in acknowledgment and ended the call. Jerome got up to his feet and shakily clasped his hands together. "Thank you. It's nothing serious. Let's just sort it out between us." Matthew coldly remarked, "It's actually pretty easy to fix the problem. Just apologize to Tony." Jerome finally accepted the truth and stopped caring about his pride anymore. He turned to Tony and said, "My bad. It's all on me. I'm really sorry." Tony took a deep breath to calm down, but he was still upset. "People like you ruin my entire life." Jerome nervously smiled. "Sorry. It's all my fault." He just played along with it, hoping this would be over. Tony coldly grunted. "Just seeing you is enough to piss me off. I already feel like taking a swing at you. Get out of my face." Jerome nodded. "Alright. I'll leave right away." He turned around to leave, but he did it slowly. He didn't come here to hand over the medical license but to treat his ailment. But now, he didn't get any treatment. On top of that, he was slapped multiple times, so he wasn't fine with just walking away like that. After taking a few steps, Jerome stopped in his tracks and turned to Tony with a grin. "I'm having some health problems, Dr. Carling. That's why I came to see you. Since I've paid the consultation fee, can you let it slide and help me out?"