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!”

Alex shook his head and chuckled.

He knew Sophia despised him.

"Sophia, let me show y—"

He wanted to let Sophia see the real him a bit, but she turned her back to him and walked to the parking lot.

A white four-seat Porsche Panamera pulled up and stopped in front of them.

A stunning young woman stepped out of the car with effortless grace, her elegant dress and sparkling jewelry enhancing her high-fashion allure.

"Sophia," she hugged Sophia.

"Lyra, thanks for coming," Sophia replied joyfully.

"I came as soon as I could when I got your text."

Lyra smiled while eyeing Alex from head to toe and shook her head.

Not a single item of value detected from head to toe.

Apart from being a bit handsome and having a somewhat fitting body, this man was totally worthless.

When Sophia texted her and told her that she was forced to marry a loser and needed a helping hand, she had thought Sophia was exaggerating.

But seeing Alex in person made her realize how unlucky Sophia was.

Most of Sophia's suitors usually carried around $250,000 on their bodies.

However, this man here only carried $25 at most.

“Alex, this is Lyra, my best friend.” Sophia suppressed her dislike and tried to sound polite.

"Nice to meet you, Lyra," Alex said, extending his hand to Lyra out of politeness.

However, Lyra retreated, with obvious disgust in her eyes.

“You know what? Riffraff should know their place.”

She ignored Alex's hand and wrapped her hands around Sophia instead.

Alex chuckled coldly and dropped his hand.

“Come on, we are already late for Chris Roland’s event at the Noble Knight Club,” Lyra smiled mischievously.

Almost everybody in Vancouver knew Chris Roland was one of Sophia’s most devoted suitors.

Lyra had always believed Chris would marry Sophia.

Chris’s father worked for Alfred Kingston, while Chris was the CEO of Biohealth Solution, a company that supported Alfred Kingston's business.

Apart from the giant tier, Kingston, there were four lower tiers in Vancouver's wealth and richest realm.

Chris's family could be called third-tier wealth, a level higher than Lancaster wealth.

Thus, from Lyra's point of view, Chris and Sophia were the perfect match.

"Of course," Sophia happily replied. "Alex, you should come with us."

"Sure," Alex raised his brows.

Maybe Sophia, was still listening to her grandfather's wish to take him around.

Meanwhile, Lyra sneered to herself.

She had already warned Chris Roland in advance.

Chris was livid and eager to teach Alex a lesson that would leave him reflecting deeply in a hospital bed.

She would let Alex know he was a frog in the well, really not fitting the rich life and not fit into Sophia’s lifestyle.

"Let us go then."

They entered Lyra’s car, and she took them to the Noble Knight Club.

It was one of the most exclusive martial arts clubs in the city for nobles and rich people only.

No middle class could enter because of the price.

Even the lowest tier of the rich in Vancouver still thought this club was too expensive.

If the lowest class came, they would be shocked to see how members could spend one year of their salary in one day only.

When they arrived, Alex realized it was a martial arts and war machine club.

Nowadays, martial arts were popular, especially swordsmanship, and most people knew some skills, more or less.

"I can’t wait to see Chris during his match," Lyra yelled and quickly dragged Sophia toward the entrance of the club, leaving Alex behind.

The automatic glass opened as it ran facial recognition for the members and the outside guard gave them a respectful bow.

As Alex approached the entrance, the glass door shut right in front of his face.

The guard sneered at him, "Drivers or servants aren't allowed in. Move along."

Lyra smirked as she pulled Sophia away.

"Let him learn his place; he’ll never be where we are."

“Who told you I am a driver or a servant? I want to enter.” Alex said calmly.

“Then become a member,” the guard yawned.

“You think any Tom and lowlife like you can just walk in here? Leave now, or you’ll regret it."