Alexander Leonhart's arranged marriage to Sophia Lancaster seemed doomed, as Sophia despised him, thinking he was a scammer out for her family's wealth. Determined to divorce him, she had no idea that Alex was actually a renowned healer known as "God's Hand" and the owner of the world's largest enterprise, Kingsley.

A woman woke up with a pounding headache, her body feeling heavy and sluggish.

As she shifted slightly, she was shocked to find a naked stranger lying next to her.

WTF?!

She jolted awake, freezing in place.

Panic started to rise as she tried desperately to remember how she ended up in a stranger's bed.

Then, a terrifying realization hit her—she was naked and no longer a virgin.

Just then, the man stirred, his dark eyes fluttering open and locking onto hers.

“Wow, last night was incredible. Want to keep going?”

He sat up casually, completely at ease, his flawless body on full display.

He grabbed a bottle of water from the bedside table and offered it to her.

“Here, drink this. You must be thirsty. We can pick up where we left off if you’re up for it.”

Unable to contain her fear and anger any longer, the woman’s hand moved on its own, slapping him hard across the face.

“Who are you? How did I end up here? What have you done to me?”

The man, Alexander Leonhart, blinked, his cheek stinging from the slap.

He looked at the woman in front of him—a mesmerizing beauty with silky hair and a body that radiated perfection.

Her face was a storm of anger and panic, but her very presence made his desire stir once again.

“You!” The woman, Sophia Lancaster, screamed as she saw something rising on the man. “You better tell me who you are!”

“Calm down!” Alex stared at her.

“You ran to me and asked me to sleep with you. Don’t you remember?”

“Impossible,” Sophia denied, shaking her head vehemently.

It was impossible that she would chase after a man, especially a stranger.

“You must have done something to me!”

She felt the rough texture of the blanket against her bare skin.

Confusion and fear swirled in her mind as she looked around the room, her eyes darting frantically.

The man’s old military backpack and plain clothes caught her attention—nothing in this hotel room indicated wealth.

The smartphone on the nightstand was a cheap one with a cracked screen.

With one glance, Sophia realized the man she had slept with was far from wealthy, just an ordinary man who struggled daily to make ends meet.

"Watch your accusations," Alex said calmly.

"I'm a gentleman, and I would never force anyone. You were the one who came to me, hugged me, kissed me, and begged me to sleep with you."

Sophia’s eyes wide opened.

“Liar!”

“This is my hotel room. You can check the CCTV if you want—see if you came here or if I kidnapped you.”

Sophia didn’t believe a word the man was saying, but suddenly, a memory flashed before her eyes.

She was supposed to have a meeting with Calvin Lecter, the CEO of a rival company, to discuss the ongoing price war that was causing her business to suffer.

She had thought they were meeting to find a solution, but it turned out Calvin had nasty intentions from the start.

He had drugged her, hoping to take advantage of her.

She remembered managing to escape with the help of his bodyguard, but as she ran from them, she stumbled across a man opening a door.

Desperate, she had hoped to hide in his room for a while.

But the drug Calvin had given her was a potent aphrodisiac, which made her desires flare uncontrollably.

A sudden sharp headache hit Sophia as the memories flooded back.

"Oh no! How could this happen?"

"Do you remember now?" Alex smirked. "You were the one begging."

“Shut up!” Sophia’s face turned bright red with shame and fury.

Under the drug’s influence, everything had seemed to make sense at the time, but now, everything felt so wrong. “Damn it!”

“Listen, I’m a gentleman,” Alex offered sincerely, trying to make amends. “I took your virginity. I’ll marry you. How about that?”

Sophia scoffed, her disbelief mixing with disgust.

“You want to marry me? Do you even know who I am?”

She was one of the top beauties in Vancouver, with a rising career as a young CEO.

Wealthy men were something she’d never run out of, and yet here was this poor man, trying to use this situation to bind her with marriage.

He was clearly just another parasite, hoping to latch onto a wealthy woman like her and live off her success.

“Well, I just arrived in Vancouver this afternoon, so I don’t know anyone here yet,” Alex said earnestly.

“But I can assure you, you won’t need to worry about anything for the rest of your life if you marry me.”

Sophia scoffed again, her disdain clear.

“With your old military backpack? And those scars on your body? I guess you’re some low-rank soldier, just returned from a warzone. Your one month’s salary wouldn’t even cover my expenses for a single day. And you dare ask to marry me?!”

Sophia was furious!

How shameless this man was!

“Believe me,” Alex said, his voice low and firm, “I’m not what you think. I’m more powerful than any man you’ve ever met.”

"You're truly unruly, uneducated, and nothing more than a frog in a well, thinking you're so great!”

Sophia scoffed with disdain.

“That's why I despise talking to someone as lowly as you!"

Alex chuckled, “Believe me, I am trying to be honest here.”

"You? A powerful man?" she sneered, glaring at him with utter disgust.

"You can't even begin to understand how powerful I am or the people I've encountered who are far more powerful than you. They could erase you with just a sneer."

Alex laughed.

"The powerful men you know might be the ones seeking my favor, pleading for me to marry their daughters just to stay in my good graces. Trust me, you're incredibly lucky to have crossed paths with me."

What a braggart!

Sophia rowed her eyes in disgust.

She wanted nothing more than to throw something at his smug face.

How shameless could he be, pretending to be so powerful when all he had was an old military backpack?

"You might pretend not to know me and try to bind me with marriage just to get my money," Sophia retorted.

"But I warn you, that’s never going to happen. If my family finds out I slept with a poor man like you, you’ll be erased from this world. So you’d better keep your mouth shut and forget everything that happened here."

"I…"

"I don’t want to hear another word from you. Now, get out of this room," she demanded, her eyes blazing with fury.

"But…"

Alex tried to protest.

This was his room.

“NOW!”

Yet, seeing the fury in Sophia’s wide eyes, he chose not to argue.

He quietly put on his clothes, grabbed his old military backpack, and looked at Sophia one last time.

"I…"

"Get out!" Sophia’s yelled at the top of her lung.

"Alright."

In the elevator, Alex sighed, running a hand through his hair.

He knew the woman was under the influence of a cruel aphrodisiac, one that would end her life if she didn’t have sex with a man within the hour.

If there were any other way to save her, he would have done it already.

But that kind of sinister poison had no antidote.

"What the hell have I done? I came here to meet my fiancée, but before even meeting her, I’ve already slept with another woman. Maybe this is what they call a legendary bachelor party."

As Alex walked out from the elevator into the lobby, it was around five in the morning.

The hotel was quiet, with only a few people scattered around.

Yet, as he crossed the lobby, a group of men in black—about forty of them—suddenly appeared, forming two lines and bowing deeply as he passed.

He glanced at them with little interest, his expression one of boredom as if this was something he was long tired of.

A middle-aged man stepped forward from the group, kneeling before him in a knight-like stance.

"I am Alfred Kingston, at your service, Young Master," the man declared with reverence.

Alex looked down at him. "Alfred, do you know why I’m here in such simple clothes?"

"Young Master, please enlighten me," Alfred responded, his head still bowed.

"I’m here incognito," Alex explained. "And all this unnecessary fuss—are you trying to blow my cover so everyone knows who I truly am?"

"I apologize for my short-sightedness," Alfred quickly stood, turning to the men behind him.

With a swift gesture, he signaled for them to disperse, and the line of men quickly melted away, leaving the lobby empty once more.

"Tell me what you’re here for," Alex said as he walked toward a nearby sofa.

Alfred followed closely behind, like a faithful servant.

"Yes, Young Master," Alfred responded promptly.

He reached into his coat and pulled out a small box.

Opening it, he revealed a black card with gold trim and a .235-carat diamond embedded in the center.

"This is the World First Royale Mastercard. With unlimited credit, just use it as you see fit."

Alfred humbly handed it to Alex.

"This card also comes with a dedicated 24/7 concierge service that is highly personalized for you alone.”

“You’ll have access to a team that can fulfill almost any request, whether it’s securing last-minute reservations at the finest restaurants, arranging private jet travel, or gaining entry to exclusive events.”

“It connects you to the most secretive circles—no one will ever say no to you."

Alex looked at the card without any interest.

Alfred continued.

"I also arranged for the newest Sport car Bugatti La Voiture Noire, a one-of-a-kind model equipped with the latest artificial intelligence technology and self-driving capabilities.”

“But since you are here incognito, I guess you won’t like it, — so here is a villa in case you need to have a long stay."

Alfred explained with caution.

Alex nodded.

"Good to see you understood. I’ll keep the card for emergencies, but you can hold onto all the other gifts you’ve prepared."

“Now, tell me what you want.”

"Young Master, my only daughter was born sick, and now it's worse."

Alfred's eyes filled with sorrow, "She's in pain every day. I've seen every doctor, spent a fortune, tried everything—nothing helps. She's only getting worse. Please, help her. I'll do anything."

Alex gazed at him calmly.

"I'll meet your daughter tomorrow."

Alfred was stunned.

He hadn’t expected His Highness would agree to lend a helping hand so easily.

He grabbed Alex's hand, bowed in gratitude.

"Thank you, my lord!"

He whispered, his words heavy with all he felt.

Previously, Alfred hadn’t believed his luck when his leader mentioned Alex's visit to Vancouver.

Albert wasn’t entirely sure who Alex was.

However, what he was certain was even his leader must kneel before Alex!

If Alex’s was displeased, millions of lives could vanish.

But if he was satisfied, even the dying could live!

As the head of the Kingswell organization in Vancouver, Albert had heard the rumors.

About a high-ranking figure known as "God’s Hand," the disciple of the Immortal Sage.

Even the dying could be healed by his touch.

So he had done everything to ensure Alex would be satisfied.

"Young Master," Alfred asked, "I heard you’re on an important mission. Tell me how I can assist. In Vancouver, nothing is beyond your reach. If you command right, even the government won't go left."

“I do indeed need your help,” Alex said.

He had three critical tasks ahead.

"Find someone for me.”

"I don’t have a name, just a nickname. They call him ‘Jo.’ No picture either."

When he was younger, he had ended up on the streets in Vancouver, only to flee from danger.

The one with the nickname “Jo” was the person who had helped him out.

He needed to find him, and to repay the kindness he had received.

"Your wish is my command," Alfred obediently bowed.

“Is that all?”

Alex nodded.

He had two other tasks here: one was to meet his fiancée, and the other was to uncover his origin.

However, for the former, there was no need for Albert's involvement.

Regarding the latter, it could only be addressed after finding Jo.

“Young Master,” Albert began cautiously, “when a high-ranking Kingswell member visits, I’m supposed to organize a banquet, invite the city's elite, top businessmen, top actresses, politicians, and I have prepared…”

He watched Alex's face as he explained.

But when he noticed a slight furrow in Alex’s brow, he quickly adjusted.

“But since you're incognito, you’d prefer to skip the banquet, correct?”

Alex nodded with a smile.

“I’ll cancel it immediately, then,” Alfred responded immediately

“Always remember, no need for such a fuss,” Alex command.

Alfred bowed in acknowledgement.

He clearly understood why Alex needed to keep a low profile.

Alex was a man with the title of "God’s Hand."

Of the thousand patients he had ever touched, none remained uncured.

He was also the direct disciple of the Immortal Sage, who was said to be able to bring the dead back to life in the blink of an eye!

If Alex revealed his identity, people around the world would surround him and not give him any peace.

Parting with Alfred, Alex stepped out and called a taxi, giving him an address.

His had to meet with his fiancée.

His master said that woman was his fate, written in the Akashic Record, and she was also the key for Alex in finding his mother in the future.

An hour later, Alex arrived on West 4th Avenue in West Vancouver, an affluent neighborhood with ocean views, mountain backdrops, and multi-million-dollar estates.

As he reached for the gate’s bell, a luxury car pulled up.

The driver stepped out, and their eyes locked.

Both, surprised, spoke at once, "You!"

“What are you doing here?” they both exclaimed, overlapping.

Sophia’s eyes narrowed.

“Don’t tell me you’re stalking me now.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Stalking you? I have better things to do.”

“Of course,” Sophia shot back, arms crossed.

“I suppose you’re here to beg for money. Should’ve known you’d stoop that low.”

“Money? I don’t need your charity,” Alex retorted.

“I’m here for something more important.”

Sophia didn’t believe a single word of Alex’s.

Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Another scheme? Trying to marry into wealth, maybe?”

“You think I’m after your money?” Alex replied coldly. “You’re completely wrong, then. I want nothing from you.”

“Good!” Sophia snapped, her anger rising.

“Because I have nothing to give, especially not to you.”

Alex frowned.

If it wasn’t because of his help, she would have been abused by who knew whom, or even worse, died beneath a random bastard's groin.

Sophia glared at him one last time before turning on her heel and driving through the automatic iron gate, leaving Alex alone on the pavement.

He checked the address in his hand.

This was indeed his fiancée’s house, arranged by his master, the Immortal Sage.

He had no choice but to move forward and meet his fiancée.

Whether that woman was truly her or not remained unclear.

The mansion loomed before him, grand and imposing.

His fiancée could be anyone—maybe even that woman’s sister.

Thinking of how he had slept with his fiancée's sister, Alex mused with a bitter smile, “Yeah, everything just keeps getting better.”