"I joined the army at seventeen and became part of the world's strongest land force, the Northern Confederate Army, at eighteen. Ten years of military service left me with many scars but I made a significant mark on the modern warfare history of the military. When I decided to retire, the military region leaders were the first to oppose my decision. They were quite angry."Inside an upscale coffee shop, Richards, dressed in a loosely fitted suit, was eloquently boasting about his military career.Sitting directly opposite him was a seemingly arrogant but aloof beauty. Her name was Hannah Harrison, Richards's arranged fiancée. Although the two had never met before now, Richards had long heard of Hannah's attitude as a notorious femme fatale in Birmingham City."The Northern Confederate army commander would actually get so angry over you a cook, retiring?" Hannah asked with disdain. "It seems your cooking skills must truly excellent."“Of course. I’ve served in the military for ten year

Richards was angry for a moment, but he quickly calmed down. From the day he decided to retire, he secretly warned himself: Richards, when you lose the halo of the American Army Ghost Commander, you will no longer be the revered, and you must keep a low profile.Richards leaned against the door, casually lit a cigarette, and before the man could speak again, he turned and called out to the master bedroom, "Hannah, you have a visitor!"Already feeling lost, Hannah felt a tingling sensation in her feet, and the intense physical discomfort made her feel cold all over. She pushed open the door and came out. Her beautiful eyes merely glanced at the man before turning to Richards: "Is there something you need, Harold?""You know him?" Richards raised the hand holding the cigarette and pointed at the man."Yes," Hannah said calmly. "He's my father's godson.""Brother-in-law?" Upon hearing this, Richards unconsciously straightened up while leaning against the door, a smile that was both since

Under the blinding light, five thousand Northern Confederate soldiers stood before the perilous tower, their spirits soaring. They remained unmoved, yet unleashed an overwhelming pressure. The elite ghost army.Which of the desperados that Harold brought wasn't a ruthless person who had been living on the edge of a knife? But when they witnessed this scene, they were all terrified, their faces turning pale and their legs trembling.Harold was also stunned. The anger that he had thought only blood could extinguish instantly dissipated. What's the big deal? It was just a slap in the face.After the five thousand elite Northern Confederates appeared, no one paid any attention to the group of clowns. All the soldiers, like James Longhorn, were only focused on Richards.From today onwards, there would be no more ghost Commander Harrison Smiths i in this world, only Richards Smiths.The soldiers were also overcome with emotion, their blood boiling!"Stand at attention!" Longhorn's eyes were

Early in the morning, Grandma called to say she wanted to see her grandson-in-law. Hannah, who hadn't slept all night, had no choice but to bite the bullet and drive over.Seeing Richards eating food with great energy, Hannah felt a pang of resentment and even a little jealous of his excellent sleep quality.Upon arriving at the Harrison family villa, the two were just about to enter to see the Harrison family matriarch when a drunken young man blocked the door.The young man had messy hair, a decadent demeanor, and although his features were handsome, his eyes were bloodshot. Judging from his terrible mental state, he probably didn't sleep all night, just like Hannah.Before the two could step forward, the young man suddenly swung a wine bottle and smashed it in front of Richards. Wine was spilled all over the floor, and glass shards flew everywhere."Hannah, you dare bring this good-for-nothing man into our house today? You're no longer my sister!" The young man suddenly stood up, hi

After going downstairs, several servants were busy serving tea and coffee to the new son-in-law.Richards sipped his coffee, glanced sideways at Hannah who hadn't showered, and said with lingering resentment, "I can smell your stench from here. Can't you pay a little attention to personal hygiene? Would it kill you to take a shower?"Hannah, who had just sat down, stood up angrily, but because she stood up too abruptly and was still irritated, her face turned pale instantly. She had always been clean, even a bit of a germaphobe. If it weren't for the terrible environment at Richards's house, would she have stayed up all night without changing her clothes?She glared at Richards with her sharp eyes, then went upstairs to take a shower with a cold expression, her heart filled with utter despair.Damien, who was secretly observing, saw this scene and felt a surge of anger rising to his head.This son-in-law not only acted arrogantly towards him, but he also doesn't tolerate his sister's b