I'm Invincible In The World

Chapter 06

Yorgi Buana sat down, picked up the tea that had just been brought by the head servant, and took a sip before fixing his gaze on Jonathan, who remained standing upright before him.

In a tone that suggested he was bestowing charity, he said, "If you really need money, just name your price. How much to cancel this agreement? Five million? Ten million? I am generous enough to settle this amicably." Though his words were sweet, his heart harbored cunning.

Jonathan stared back sharply, "I came here on my master's orders, not because I'm desperate for money."

"Oh, of course," Yorgi sneered, slowly setting down his teacup. "But you show up here looking like this. Ragged clothes, a face covered in dust, demanding the fulfillment of a marriage promise like a beggar asking for alms. You're actually quite greedy!"

Roselin looked at Jonathan with disgust, folding her arms across her chest to display her arrogance. "Your education is probably on par with a street sweeper's. Just who do you think you are? Merely the disciple of some mysterious old man. This modern world is no place for ridiculous mountain legends like you."

Jonathan took a deep breath, "You're right, I am nobody. But I know you—the Buana family, who were saved by someone, then forgot your promise as easily as flipping your hand. You will regret this later."

Yorgi narrowed his eyes, restraining himself from immediately striking this insolent young man. "Watch your tongue, Jonathan. Our willingness to pay and terminate the agreement is already a form of respect. But if you keep talking like this..."

"If I keep talking like this, what?" Jonathan interjected, his voice calm, cold, yet sharp. "You pretend to be a respectable family, but you're nothing more than an ungrateful, greedy clan that forgets its debts."

Roselin laughed mockingly, her voice high and loud. "Hah! Even given three hundred years, you'd still be a loser. Look at yourself! Here in Pegasus City, the men pursuing me queue up in sports cars. And you come here in worn-out sandals and a woven mountain bag. Jonathan, face it, you are utterly unworthy of proposing to me."

This time, Yorgi said nothing to stop Roselin; he merely stared flatly at Jonathan, as if indicating his agreement with his granddaughter's words.

Lately, a young master from a first-tier family had indeed been pursuing Roselin. If successful, the Buana family's status could rise, so they clearly looked down on Jonathan.

Jonathan looked at each of them in turn, then sighed. From his pocket, he pulled out the scroll of the betrothal letter.

"Fine," he said curtly.

In one swift motion, Jonathan tore the marriage agreement in two. The sound of tearing paper echoed loudly in the silence.

"For a family that forgets kindness and shows no gratitude like this, it's better that I never have any connection at all."

After that, he threw the torn pieces of the marriage document onto the ground in front of them.

Roselin stared wide-eyed, "How dare you throw it here?"

"I have no need for a relationship built on contempt," he said, immediately turning his back to leave.

As he was about to leave, he was instead blocked by Roselin's shout, "Wait!"

Jonathan stopped, turning his head slightly.

"Pick that paper up!" Roselin pointed at the floor. "Who do you think you are, casually discarding a document made by my grandfather?"

Jonathan smirked, "I may not know the price of that paper, but my Master's honor is more valuable than all your wealth."

"Pick it up right now, or you won't be able to leave here!" Roselin shouted, her eyes blazing with anger. "You think you can insult the Buana family so casually and then leave like some hero?!"

Jonathan narrowed his eyes, "You will see, the Buana family you're so proud of will fall, in front of everyone. And you will understand when your pride is shattered—not by anyone else, but by your own foolishness."

Roselin raised her hand, her anger having peaked. "Guards, beat him! Teach him who holds the power here."

Yorgi simply sat calmly, pretending not to see and raising his teacup again, as if enjoying a show.

Jonathan let out a long sigh, "I've tried to be polite."

The first guard moved, almost touching Jonathan. Jonathan's eyes narrowed. However, before he could even make a move.