On a Mission

Benham city, international airport

Hurry!

"Move faster!

A few dozen men in grey suits rushed out of the exits, each one with an extremely severe face, serious as if they were going up against a very dangerous enemy.

At the airport all the passengers quickly made way for them, not aware of who they were or who could have caused such chaos.

The head of the men in suits frowned deeply. Then suddenly moved, turned right as if he had suddenly thought about something.

Then they reached the pavement outside the airport. Ralph Scott is sitting on a bench, slowly puffing cigarette smoke out from his mouth.

Boss hopes you can go back, he misses you very much" the leader said respectfully as he stood six steps behind him. Their leader is a man of high reputation and he is believed to be so in front of other people. No one dares to go against his orders, no one dared to call him by his name, but in front of this young man, he feels extremely lowly.

" He misses me"?

Ralph Scott turned sharply and there was a little smirk on his face. " Does he miss my influence or my money?".

If someone else had done something as bad as this, this leader would have hated him. How could the rich, powerful and famous Ralph Scott Taylor from the noble city of Thiang ever take someone else's power and wealth?

But this young man in front of him is different, he is the real heir of his family!

What makes this leader even more stunned is that he is known as the Rich blade with enormous capacities and wealth. He is a wealthy young man who had influence in the society.

" When they killed my parents, they chased me out of the house and took over his properties. It was 19 years ago. But I am stronger now.

Scott exhaled the last mouthful of smoke, slowly, " he now has a lot to recover from

Ruwan. His father's legacy.

He got up to leave quickly.

Stop sending people after me otherwise I'll kill each one of them you send!"

His terrifying murderous look immediately wrapped itself round the leader. The leader is only able to relax for the first few minutes after he sees Ralph Scott disappear into the distance.

His entire back is drenched in perspiration. He is actually nervous in front of Ralph Scott, his boss.

He is always nervous whenever Ralph is around him.

There is a black SUV ready at the airport park. Ralph hopped in and immediately began making a call.

Dan, have you arranged everything we need? A voice came through from the other end.

" Text me the address".

Ralph Scott immediately hung up. He held a picture frame in his hand and his thoughts floated back to 19 years ago.

He is only ten, chased out of his father's house with nothing. Left to roam the streets homeless.

An orphan.

He is cold, hungry and exhausted when a little girl gave him her only burger. It had grilled beef and veggies in between the two laps of bread.

After that he is taken away by an old family friend to a distant city. The poor man had trained him the best he could and here he is, a billionaire, commanding power and respect from all sides.

When he first appeared, the whole world trembled.

Ten years later he is given the name "Blade" he is only twenty years old at that time.

Now another nine years have passed. He had the power of a war god and could bring the entire world to a standstill , yet he had chosen to return quietly.

How could he ever forget those pure innocent dazzling eyes,

He couldn't!

Not now!

He could never forget that kind face.

She saved him.

Ralph kept the picture frame he had been holding carefully and took a deep breath. It is a picture of his father and his mother. They both had great smiles,

If someone he knew very well saw this they would be astonished. The great Rich Blade could feel nervous too?

" So good to be back after sure a very long time"

The car pulled out of the car park.

The city hasn't changed much, but his rivals have.

They were now rich and famous.

Uh! He chuckled, walking through the isles of the hotel he had booked earlier.

Room 306, the receptionist had told the leader. He grabbed the keys while Ralph followed behind him.

His mission here was a simple one. He had come across an advert for a family who wants to give their daughter away for marriage. Ridiculous idea but he did pick the form. In a few days he would be married to the woman who helped him. Wasn't much of a big deal.

He smiled to himself.

He wasn't getting any younger aways, so having a wife isn't a bad idea right?

His boys would take care of the rest, he has done his part. He had dropped a good profile for them to examine. He was poor and he fits in perfectly to what they wanted.

He has been out for years, no one would possibly remember him. Not even Malcolm.

He sighed. His hands in his pocket as he surveyed the city from the top view of the balcony.

This was the perfect time to do what he had to do.

He went back into the room and picked up the small mirror on the table, he took a quick look at his face, turning it side by side.

He sighed.

His beard was a mess but then that's exactly how it should be. Rough and unkept. No one must suspect that he is not what he claims to be. For now he is a poor man with no good family background. The profile was good enough to make him win.

He puffed out a mouth full of cigarettes.

He must marry her at all costs.

"This is it".