Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

assets worth billions.

The so-called financial titans all turned their gaze toward Garrett. They understood that the key to this entire plan rested on him. His loyalists in Montiria controlled significant assets, making him indispensable. Without the third prince, no one else could swiftly acquire "So, Your Highness, what exactly is your plan?"

Unconsciously, their tone towards Garrett softened. For these men, someone who could help them earn a 50% profit was a friend, a 100% profit, a brother, and if the profit reached 200%, well, they'd do anything for that person.

Garrett's lips curled into a slight smile as he swirled the wine in his glass. "I propose that we form a business alliance, with me as the official president. We pool a significant amount of Dornian Emeralds, and under the guise of Dornian investors, we enter Montiria and wait for my loyalists to begin their moves. Once the operation starts, we'll use our Emeralds to buy up devalued lands, oil fields, and more."

One of the financial titans stood up and asked, "Prince Garrett, you mentioned that Montiria is being disrupted by the Gloam Wing. What's to stop them from interfering once we, as investors, enter the country?"

Garrett narrowed his eyes and scanned the room, noting the expectant looks on everyone's faces.

"You're absolutely right to be concerned. So, let me explain how we'll deal with the Gloam Wing. First, as Dornian investors, we have the right to enter Montiria and meet with the king. From what I've analyzed, it's clear that the Gloam Wing has misled that fool Gadel. But as soon as you meet Gadel, those people won't dare touch you. They won't want to shatter the pleasant illusions they've created for him over something trivial."

Garrett's gaze swept across the room once more as he raised his voice. "If anyone has any other concerns, feel free to voice them. I will answer every question to the best of my ability."

"Your Highness, I have one more question: How will the profits be divided after the plan succeeds?"

"This time, each of you will keep whatever profits you earn. In other words, the more you invest, the more you'll make."

As soon as Garrett finished speaking, the room erupted with chatter.

"Your Highness, I'm afraid I can't stay. My child just fell into the water, and I need to get back to help."

"Of course, take care."

Everyone's eyes turned toward Andy.

What a shameless excuse. If you need to go to the bank and

mortgage your property, just go

ahead and do it. What's with this et

crap about your kid falling into the water? By the time you get back, you'll just be fishing out a

corpse-holy sh*t! If that bastard goes on a mortgaging spree at the bank, we'll be left with crumbs when it's our turn!

"Your Highness, my eldest son is at home wrestling a giant lizard. I need to get back quickly to check on him."

"Prince Garrett, it turns out my son is also wrestling with a giant lizard. I need to get back before things spiral out of control."

Garrett eyed the two men who had stood up simultaneously and hesitated before asking, Are your

sons both fighting this one ol net

lizard?"

The two men exchanged a knowing look and then nodded vigorously.

"Yes, yes, Your Highness, you've guessed it exactly."

"The situation is urgent, so I'll take my leave now. Farewell!"

Before long, nearly everyone in the hall had left.

The smile on Garrett's face grew even wider. Gadel, you were lucky to survive that plane crash last

Leftiese how you handle this one.