"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.

"Old man, how can you marry off Sophia, our greatest beauty, to that poor man? Is your brain rotten or what?"

Her anger grew.

"My beautiful granddaughter can never marry a lowlife. She will marry Chris Roland! He’s wealthy and powerful, and can secure our family's future."

"Chris Roland?" Abraham frowned.

That hypocritical playboy?

"Don’t you know Jerry Roland?" Lady Lancaster snapped.

"He works for Alfred Kingston, who practically owns Vancouver. Chris is his only son. Marrying him ties our family to the Kingstons!"

Sophia’s parents also looked at Alex, and a dissatisfied frown crept onto their faces.

Alex wore a simple shirt typically seen on people of the lower-middle class, cheap and old shoes sold on the street, nothing about him screamed wealth.

If Chris Roland was the young rich man with a company, this man was probably Chris’s cleaning service, paid with the lowest salary.

Thinking their daughter would marry this loser already made their anger rise to the peak.

“No way,” Florence Lancaster, Sophia's mother, whispered. “I will never agree. What will my friends say about my son-in-law? This man will drag my name into the mud!"

"Father," Justin Lancaster, Sophia's father, spoke. "Mother is right; how about we let Sophia decide her own future?"

"Grandfather, I don’t want to marry yet," Sophia hurriedly added.

Abraham shook his head.

"I’m not dead yet—so what is decided is decide."

"Abraham!"

Lady Lancaster's desperation turned to anger.

"Imagine the Lancaster family with Kingston ties! Even after you’re gone, our family would thrive! Don’t you care about your descendants? How can you ruin the Lancaster name for that loser!"

“Sophia will never marry him!" Lady Lancaster insisted. "This is all for Lancaster's future!"

"You know nothing, Amelia!"

Abraham looked at his wife and everyone, “Alex is the man I chose, you better keep your mouth shut and your comments to yourself until you know him.”

“I don’t agree!” Amelia yelled out her decision.

There was Chris Roland, a wealthy and promising young man, who could bring the Lancaster Family unimaginable glory and endless fortune ...

... yet her husband ignored Chris and chose to treat a piece of junk like a treasure!

He must be too old and out of his mind!

“Amelia, do you want me to sign divorce papers for you at our old age?”

Lady Lancaster's face turned pale.

“All of you, I am still the head of Lancaster,” Abraham commanded.

“Sophia, you will marry Alex today. You’ll be grateful for my decision one day!”

From his tone, all of them knew there was no point in arguing anymore.

Even Sophia accepted her fate and sighed.

They all knew Abraham Lancaster could sometimes be harsh and would not tolerate any disrespect.

In about an hour and a half, in a very awkward situation, Sophia and Alex successfully signed all the paperwork and obtained their marriage certificates from the government marriage agency.

Only Abraham showed a big smile when looking at the certificate.

The great Alexander Leonhart finally became his grandson.

He would brag to the Kingswell’ people he knew, sure that many would be green with envy.

Meanwhile, Sophia was still disappointed as she married a worthless man.

‘He can have the marriage certificate but not me!’ Sophia inwardly screamed.

But thinking that loser already got his body, Sophia quickly added, ‘He will never get my heart and my money.’

“Sophia,” Abraham turned to her. “Help him blend in with Vancouver life, show him the many places you used to hang out with your friends.”

The first thing on Sophia's mind when making the marriage certificate was to keep everything secret, yet her grandfather wanted her to show him off?

A mischievous plan suddenly formed in her mind.

“Yes, Grandfather. I will HELP HIM BLEND IN.”

She would let Alex see how he was not worthy of her and let go of her.

Alex sighed.

He didn’t like to force anyone, but somehow his mother's fate was likely in this woman's hands, so he had to follow through.

"Cheer up a bit, will ya? It’s not the end of the world!"

Sophia scowled at him, "Marrying you, the biggest braggart in the world, is already the end of the world for me!"

"Honestly, I am not a bragg—"

"Yes, you are! And you are a loser, jobless and worthless!"

"No, I am not," Alex corrected her.

“I do have a job, I am a doctor, with the title of God’s Hand.”

"Oh, keep bragging! You really have no shame." Sophia scolded.

"Listen, I am doing my grandfather’s wish to take you around, but that’s all. This marriage will not work out even in a thousand years. So, stop daydreaming!”