Chapter 2

Multiple laughter burst right through the air. Kevin didn't even realize when tears started streaming down from his face as he rolled over with his hands over his stomach...

"Poor and delusional! Two epic traits that you barely find in people these days!" He laughed harder.

"Does it look like this is some sort of joke to you Stinky Saint!" Lady Erica added, sending another ripple of laughter running off through the hall.

Despite their humiliating laughter, Saint kept the calm with his hands slightly clenched.

He had been made to constantly go through their humiliation and he could not pick out a day that had gone by without it

But looking at Victoria, slammed helplessly to her seat was a sting to his heart.

"Even a dog would come out as the winner in a competition with you Saint. Don't ever think that you can have one with me!" Sparrow's face was laced with disdain.

"Or maybe we should do as he says!" Lady Erica's words forced the hall into a sudden silence once again.

They could not believe their eyes. Lady Erica has always had the highest resentment for her Son-in-law. How could I see them supporting him now?

"You are trying to be funny right? Grandma!" Inquired Sage with a subtle chuckle. However, the growing seriousness of Lady Erica's stare was a negation to the statement.

"Saint has always wanted a way to prove that he is worthy of our Victoria here. Then why don't we give him that chance that he has always desperately craved for.

If he finds the heir of the Dragon Clan then he would remain Victoria's husband and have the blessing of the family too.

But if not, he would have to sign the divorce agreement with her!"

Saint stared at Victoria. Her head constantly shaking in a horrid disapproval.

However Saint knew how much she had always wanted this. She had given a lot of things just to be with him over the years and it was his turn to return the favor.

"I agree with the terms. As long as you don't break the promise yourself!" Saint, pulling his eyes away from Victoria, replied.

"Then you should get your things packed already!" Sparrow chuckled, his face brightening up with smiles.

"And my dear Victoria, see you at the altar soon!"

Those were his last words before leaving. Saint returned home with Victoria who had her face all lined up with worries.

Her heart pounded in her ears right into that of Saint's and she would not speak throughout the journey.

"Do you have something bothering you?" The Saint immediately got home.

"You knew very well that it's impossible to first get the heir of Dragon Clan before Sparrow. He has all the connections. How do you even intend to beat him?" Her voice came forcefully off from her lungs.

She quivered, her head scattered all over the place until Saint came over and hugged her tightly.

"You have done enough for me. Just let me do this. And you don't have to worry, we will start our search from where Sparrow won't think of looking. Just trust me!"

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The blazing heat caused Saint to bottle up with sweat that streamed down from his face like a stream of water.

From the registry, his search has been narrowed down to a certain age and a certain place that no one would have thought of searching.

The Dragon Clan before putting up such an announcement to the public, with an almost vague picture of the heir, would have done all the search that anyone would think of doing. They were a powerful family after all. He would only think of doing something that they would not easily think of.

Though he could feel his bones already weakening from the tiredness that ran through his vines, he could not stop.

While he walked, he heard the sound of screeching wheels right before him and the multiple yells from the crowd.

His being jolted out of his body as the side glass of the restaurant beside him brought his consciousness to the fact that an over speeding truck approached him violently.

His heart pounded in his ears as his consciousness raced. Quickly, he tried to spin over and avoid the car, however, the closeness of the car made it impossible, suddenly crushing right into him.

The last thing that he could remember was his consciousness gradually squeezing away from him and leaked all over his broken skin.

Saint tried to breathe but it seemed like his lungs had suddenly lost their functions and life gradually slipped out of him.

While he gasped for breath, the sound of footsteps overshadowed the sirens that had suddenly filled the scene.

A familiar hand, and a face dripping over with villainess shot glasses boring right into his eyes.

"You were just too smart for me to allow roaming through the streets.

But you would not say I didn't warn you. I am the only one that has the right to winning the bet and having Victoria just like it should have always been.

While you should be back to the hellhole you came from any moment from now!"

Sparrow Jackson placed his hands right over Saint's face, giggled and walked away. The stretcher came, the doctors rushing him into the van.

And while Saint gradually slipped away, a part of him that seemed to have been sucked away into the deep dark hole of his mind gradually came rushing back.

His memories that seemed to have stopped right from the time that he met with Victoria came rushing in like a stream.

And the realization of Saint's true identity came stoning back to him like a hard brick. He wasn't the useless Son-in-law that everyone thought he was, he was rather the heir that everyone sort for.

The mighty heir and owner of the Dragon clan that seemed to have gone missing almost ten years ago.

"Saint Dragon!"