"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.”

As Alex approached the house entrance, Sophia noticed that Alex was behind her.

"Haven’t you had enough?"

"Believe me," Alex replied, "running into you is the last thing I wanted today."

Sophia stepped out, blocking his path.

"So, what is it then? Are you here to remind me of the biggest mistake of my life?"

"Mistake?" Alex’s tone grew colder.

"I could say the same. You think I enjoyed waking up and realizing I’d wasted my time with someone so shallow?"

"Shallow?" Sophia’s eyes flashed with anger.

"You’re just bitter because you know I’m right. You’re nothing but a loser, a gold-digger."

Alex laughed, shaking his head.

"You’re delusional. I don’t need anything from you, least of your money."

Sophia stepped even closer, her finger jabbing the air between them.

"Then what do you want? To ruin my life even more?"

"No, I’m not here to ruin anything." Alex locked his eyes with hers. "I’m meeting my fiancée."

"Your fiancée? You have a fiancée?" Sophia shocked.

"I’m here to meet someone named Sophia Lancaster at this address," Alex’s patience wearing thin.

"I’m not looking for you. So, if you can help me out, call her, and I’ll leave as soon as possible."

WTF?!

Sophia paused, her expression shifting from shock to realization.

"Wait... you're here for that Sophia Lancaster?"

Alex coldly replied.

"Yes! Can you please just get her? I don't have time for games."

Sophia bit her lip, trying to mask the confusion swirling inside her.

"There’s no need to call anyone. I’m... I’m Sophia Lancaster."

They stood there, staring at each other in stunned silence.

Just then, a voice called out from inside the mansion.

"Alexander Leonhart!"

An old man stepped out, his face lighting up with a wide smile.

"Master told me you would come today! What are you doing out there?"

"Grandfather," Sophia called.

The old man, Abraham Lancaster, turned towards them, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

He looked between them, his smile growing even wider as if he had been waiting for this moment.

"So, you've met Alex, your fiancé. It’s great to know you both know each other."

Sophia quickly interjected, "We are not—"

"Call your parents, Sophia," Abraham said, cutting her off.

"Gather everyone in the Great Hall. I have an announcement. You both are going to get married today."

Sophia stood, shocked.

"Finally, my long-held wish can be fulfilled today," Abraham’s voice trembled with happiness.

He walked over to Alex, his hand reaching out to grasp Alex’s.

"Come, let’s go to the Great Hall. You’ll meet your in-laws."

Sophia watched them walk away, disbelief and anger surging through her.

She had lost her virginity to that man, and now she was supposed to lose her future too.

"This can't be happening!"

She had dreamed of an extraordinary fiancé, someone worthy, someone heroic, not any rubbish!

Instead, she was now being handed to a man she could have picked off the street.

As CEO of Lancaster Group, known for her beauty and bright future, how could she marry such a man?

What would people think?

"No," she decided. "I'll stop this marriage, no matter the cost."

***

In the Great Hall, Abraham guided Alex to an honored seat.

"How is Master?"

"Still healthy after a hundred years," Alex replied.

"You’re young, successful, and humble. I’m fortunate to have a grandson-in-law like you. Sophia is a good person; please give her a chance to get to know you better."

Alex nodded politely, but he doubt the possibility.

Sophia didn’t look like she wanted the chance.

"Wonderful, wonderf—" Abraham laugh joyfully.

However, just then, an angry voice cut in.

"Are you insane?! Sophia cannot marry him!"

Lady Lancaster, Abraham's wife, angrily stormed into the Great Hall.

She was flanked by their two sons and two daughters-in-law, with Sophia trailing behind them.