Chapter 3

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

Aaron'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."

Richard gazed at him calmly.

"I'll meet your daughter tomorrow."

Aaron was stunned.

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

He grabbed Richard's hand, bowed in gratitude.

"Thank you, my lord!"

He whispered, his words heavy with all he felt.

Previously, Aaron hadn’t believed his luck when his leader mentioned Richard's visit to Vantican.

Aaron wasn’t entirely sure who Richard was.

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

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

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

As the head of the Monarchy Organization in Vantican, Aaron had heard the rumors.

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

Even the dying could be healed by his touch.

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

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

“I do indeed need your help,” Richard 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 Vantican, 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," Aaron obediently bowed.

“Is that all?”

Richard 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 Aaron's involvement.

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

“Young Master,” Aaron began cautiously, “when a high-ranking Monarchy 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 Richard's face as he explained.

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

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

Richard nodded with a smile.

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

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

Aaron bowed in acknowledgement.

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

Richard was a man with the title of "Heaven’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 Richard revealed his identity, people around the world would surround him and not give him any peace.

Parting with Aaron, Richard 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 Jade Record, and she was also the key for Richard in finding his mother in the future.

An hour later, Richard arrived on West 4th Avenue in West Vantican, 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.

Sabrina’s eyes narrowed.

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

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

“Of course,” Sabrina 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,” Richard retorted.

“I’m here for something more important.”

Sabrina didn’t believe a single word of Richard’s.

Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

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

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

“Good!” Sabrina snapped, her anger rising.

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

Richard 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.

Sabrina glared at him one last time before turning on her heel and driving through the automatic iron gate, leaving Richard 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, Richard mused with a bitter smile, “Yeah, everything just keeps getting better.”