"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 me
"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 w
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 So
Alex took out his smartphone and pressed the fast call number 9. “Good day, Mr. Leonhart. I am Julia, your First Royal Mastercard personal concierge. How may I assist you?” “Do you know where I am right now?” “Yes, your card has GPS. You are at Vancouver’s Noble Knight Club.” “I want to become a member.” “We are processing that now. You can use your Mastercard as the membership card,” Julia replied. The glass door suddenly opened. “Your membership has been approved. Do you need anything else, sir?” “No, thank you.” Alex put his smartphone in his pocket and walked into the club. The guard hurriedly blocked his path. “I think the system made an error. You cannot enter.” “I am a member here,” Alex explained. “Why do you think the system let me in?” The guard was confused but asked again, “Do you have a membership card? I want to check it. If you don’t have one, please leave.” Alex took out his First Royal Mastercard. The guard had never seen this kind of card before. “Sir
"You talk as if you can beat me. Who do you think you are, a grand master?" Chris said with a smirk, "I doubt you have ever played this kind of game."Chris was confident that only wealthy men could afford such expensive toys, and Alex definitely didn't look like he could."There’s a first time for everything, right?" Alex shrugged casually.Chris laughed with contempt.It looked like victory were already assured.He touched his smartwrist, and a 3D hologram of a big mansion appeared."This mansion in West Vancouver is mine. I bet on it. If you lose, you’ll divorce Sophia."Chris had bought that house with his personal savings, thinking it would be the perfect place to take Sophia to spent night together, not too far from her house.He was already imagining having two babies with her there. He was putting up his best house because he couldn’t fathom losing to a complete newbie."Deal," Alex replied with an air of calm."Then what are we waiting for? The sooner you divorce Sophia, t
When the system declared Alex the winner, the entire hall fell into stunned silence.They couldn’t believe their ears or eyes."How can a loser who barely knows the game win?" someone blurted out.Shock rippled through the room. Everyone had expected Alex to lose.After all, Chris was the highest-ranked player in Vancouver!How could a newbie win him? Impossible!"There must be a mistake, right?" another person muttered.As Alex exited the room, with Michelle following him, people noticed something unusual—his gaming suit.It’s the latest, most expensive gaming suit, equipped with AI assistance.A newbie could become a master by activating the AI. Originally designed for military use in war, it’s now a game-changer in the virtual world.Seeing that super expensive gaming suit for the first time, their surprise quickly turned to anger."You cheated! That suit must’ve boosted your fighting skills," someone shouted."Yeah, no way a newbie could win without cheating," another voice chimed
What the fuck?!!!"Here comes the king of braggarts again! Can’t you just stop boasting?" Sophia scoffed. "You’re only embarrassing yourself!"One of Chris's friends called out, “Hey dude, the banquet’s off. Know why? Because I wasn't invited, so they cancelled the whole thing.”His tone was so amusing that everyone burst out laughing.He sneered at Alex, “Boo! Shame on you, man! Trying to act like you know something.”“Listen, Alex, whatever you’re trying to pull, we’re not buying it,” Lyra said.Alex knew hardly anyone would believe him, but he tried to tell his wife anyway. It was up to her whether to believe him or not.Suddenly, Chris’s smart wrist device buzzed.“Hey, silence please,” Chris asked the group and shot a smug look at Alex. “My dad’s calling. Probably about the banquet.”The room went quiet as Chris switched on the speaker.They pricked up their ears to the latest news of the banquet while looking at Alex with a sarcastic expression.“Father,” Chris said politely, “I’
However, before Alex replied, his phone rang suddenly, catching everyone’s attention. He glanced at the screen and moved to a corner to take the call.A few others glanced over, and one burst into laughter."You guys won’t believe this,” someone said, chuckling. “That dude’s trying to scam all of us. Guess who just called him? Alfred Kingston! Can you believe that?”“For real? He went that far? Thank God we know he's just a king of scum.”Alex answered the call, his voice low and serious.“I’m sorry to disturb you, young master. My daughter's condition suddenly worsened,” Alfred Kingston’s desperate voice came through the speaker.“I don’t know what else to do except to ask for your help,” the voice continued, trembling with worry. “Pick me up. I’m at the Noble Knight Club.”“Yes, sure! Thank you very much, young master. I really appreciate your kindness. I’ll send someone to pick you up right now.”Alex ended the call and turned to Michelle.“I’m sorry, but I have to decline your in
That morning, the Lancaster mansion was anything but peaceful.In the grand living room, Florance stood in front of Justin, practically shaking with anger.“You’re worthless as a father!” she shouted. “All you do is sit around watching garbage on TV!”Justin frowned, more irritated than surprised. “What do you want from me?”“How about acting like a dad for once? Our daughter is in trouble over that massive loan. You need to help figure out a solution!” Florance’s frustration bled through her every word.Justin let out a tired sigh. “And what exactly do you expect me to do?”“Look at the bigger picture! Your brother is already waiting for Sophia to fail so he can give Mike her position in the company. We can’t let that happen!”Rolling his eyes, Justin scrolled aimlessly on his phone. “I don’t have that kind of money, and you know it.”Florance glared at him. “You’re good for nothing except your so-called manhood!”“Fine!” Justin snapped. “What do you want me to do?”“Marco Ashford,”
Sophia picked up the menu and glanced over at Lyra, her mind spinning with confusion.There was Lyra, practically leaning against Alex, an intimacy that would make any observer assume they were the married couple, not her and Alex.“Alex, I bet this is your first time here,” Lyra said brightly.“Sophia and I have VIP status at this place. Let me recommend a few dishes—I’m sure you’ll love them.”Alex managed a polite smile. “Thanks.”Lyra beamed, flipping through the menu. “Order whatever you like. Don’t worry about the bill, I’m covering it tonight.”Sophia nearly choked.Lyra—stingy, penny-pinching Lyra—offering to pay? For a man, of all people?Lyra never spent her money on men.Every luxury in her possession was typically gifted by them.This was the first time Lyra had ever offered to foot the bill for a man.Sophia narrowed her eyes. “Lyra… are you feeling alright? Did you forget to take your meds this morning?”Lyra raised a cool eyebrow. “What’s with the shock, Sophia? I’ve al
Inside the car’s quiet interior, Sophia leaned her head against the window, her mind drifting back to the stranger who’d come to her aid earlier.Could it be fate?Was this mysterious figure the soulmate she’d always dreamed about—the one who would stand by her forever?She breathed out heavily, shaking the thought away.She didn’t even know him.“You don’t look happy,” Alex said, breaking the silence.Sophia managed a faint smile.“On the contrary, I’m very happy. Someone paid a hundred million for me, clearing the loan that haunted me and the Lancasters.”Alex smiled, his heart lightening.He was glad to see his wife finally accept the help.Later this noon, as she drifted into sleep, he gently healed her and pulled a blanket over her, making sure she was warm and comfortable.Meanwhile, behind the scenes, he’d ordered Carlos to take control of the entire Black syndicate.Charles Cole, Cathy Black, Bruno Black—their fortunes and futures now lay quietly in his hands.“I’m glad you’re
Alex burst into Kingston’s penthouse office, heart pounding.Just moments earlier, Jasmine had called him in tears—something he never thought he’d witness from her.Inside, the tension felt thick as smoke.Jasmine was curled up on the plush leather sofa, her face buried in her trembling hands.Nearby stood Kelly, tapping briskly on her smartwatch.The instant Jasmine spotted Alex, she sprang from the sofa and flung herself into his arms, sobbing so hard he could feel the quake of it through his chest.This wasn’t the poised, controlled Jasmine he knew; this was someone shattered, clinging to him like he was her only lifeline.“Jasmine,” he murmured, fighting to keep his voice steady, “what happened?”She couldn’t answer, her sobs stealing her words.Instead, he turned to Kelly, who regarded them both with a cold detachment.“Kingston just lost about a billion dollars,” she said flatly.A billion?The number slammed into Jasmine like a punch. Her cries intensified, her grief pouring ou
A few minutes earlier, Bruno Black had been furious the moment he received the text message from his sister.“Who dares to threaten my sister? Do they not fear the Black Syndicate?” Bruno growled angrily, seated in the back of the limousine.He turned his rage toward his private bodyguard.“Brad, we need to show them who we really are and take control of Vancouver's underworld!”“Yes, Sir,” Brad replied meekly.“It’s because of your meek personality that people look down on us!” Bruno snapped, glaring at him.Brad nodded. “I am sorry, boss.”“You... If it weren’t for your big body, no one would hire you!” Bruno’s anger grew sharper. “Talking to you is like talking to a big, stupid bull!”“Yes, sir.”Bruno angrily slapped Brad. “Just shut your mouth. You’re pissing me off!”Brad only nodded again, silent as ever.If Brad weren’t over two meters tall and didn’t move like a freight train, Bruno wouldn’t have kept him around.The man could act as a meat shield when needed, and that was re
Alex hesitated. "But—""No buts. This is a family matter," Charles cut him off sharply."Alright," Alex sighed, stepping back, unwilling to get involved in what he now saw as a tangled web of domestic chaos.Charles turned his attention back to Cathy, yelling furiously, "Don’t you think I don’t know what you’ve done behind my back? You threatened and tortured everyone connected to me! Including my ex-girlfriend! You’re nothing but a sadistic monster!"His fists slammed into her motionless body, each blow carrying years of pent-up anger."Do you know how much pain you’ve caused me? You think money can fix this? What’s the point of money if I can’t find happiness?!"He picked up a vase from the corner of the room, his face twisted in pure hatred. "You think I’m your worker, your slave, your damn toy?!"With a final roar, he smashed the vase against her body, shards scattering across the floor.As the silence settled, Charles stood over Cathy’s limp form, chest heaving.The room was litt
Cathy Black laughed as she fired all of her shot, yet only to freeze in disbelief.Alex stood before her, unscathed—no bullet hole, not even a scratch."Impossible," she gasped, her eyes widening.She glanced at her gun, empty now, as the hollow click confirmed her worst fear.Alex’s lips curled into a cold smile. "You’re truly lucky, I don’t hit women."He turned away, striding toward Charles, who was trembling near the wooden table."But you," Alex continued, grabbing Charles by the shoulder, his grip firm as iron, "you hit my wife. Seems like you’re good at hitting women.""No! No, I’m not!" Charles stammered, his body quaking like a leaf.Alex’s voice dropped, a venomous edge creeping into his tone."Your wife hit my wife. Don’t you think it’s only fair you take the hit as payment?"Without waiting for an answer, Alex slammed his fist into the sturdy wooden table beside him.The deafening crack echoed in the room as the table split clean in two, the pieces scattering across the fl
“Who the hell are you?” Charles snarled, voice cracking into a shrill pitch.“If my wife says she’s going to die, then she’s going to die!”Alex stepped into the office, calm and deliberate.His eyes swept over the scene before settling on Sophia.Even from across the room, he could see her condition was anything but normal.She looked drugged, unsteady, and vulnerable.“Get your filthy hands off my wife,” Alex said quietly.His voice was steady and low, yet it carried a firm authority that made everyone pause.Cathy almost laughed out loud, disbelief flickering in her eyes.She prided herself on never feeling fear, but when she met Alex’s gaze, a strange chill gripped her.For the first time in years, her knees weakened, and her hands trembled.She released Sophia’s hair, letting the young woman slump back onto the sofa.“Good,” Alex murmured, moving closer to Sophia.Cathy studied him, unsettled.He seemed like any fit young man—handsome, maybe—but nothing special.Still, something
Tim, Cathy Black’s driver, was drenched in sweat beneath his thin cotton shirt.He gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.He could feel Cathy’s icy gaze boring into the back of his neck from the rear seat.Ever since Bernard’s warning call, Tim had prepared himself for something terrible—but this went beyond his worst fears.He slammed the gas pedal to the floor, weaving recklessly through Vancouver’s crowded streets.The usual thirty-minute drive to Cole Finance had to be cut down to ten, no matter the cost.Cathy’s voice still echoed in his ears:“Get me there in ten minutes, or you’ll be six feet under.”Her tone had held no trace of doubt.Up ahead, Black Syndicate enforcers on motorcycles roared through traffic, forcing cars aside with shotguns and sheer menace.They formed a path of chaos, snarling at anyone who dared slow them down.Tim followed in their wake, heart hammering, ignoring every traffic light, weaving between honking cars and shrieking ped