Rising Through Ranks

CH-0009

Mr. Famous's face gleaned. "Yes! Should there be a problem?"

Emily blinked with a sense of disgust twisting it's way into her stomach.

The rest of the family went into the Villa while Quinn remained in the waiting room.

"Grandpa, tell me this is a prank. It's someone else right?

I mean I can even accept a farmer if he is well to do. Not a pathetic looking one." Her voice tightened.

"Dead people don't tell jokes and I am already closer to that." Mr. Famous said gravely.

Emily squeezed her hands tightly. She never wanted to get married to someone that she didn't even know in the first instance, talk less about someone who looked like they had just been picked off from the gutters.

"He is poor, stinks, and has no future ahead of him! I can't get married to him.

I believe if we give him a good amount of money, he would break the agreement without blinking."

With a firm stance, Mr. Famous shook his head. "I have already made my decision, Emily, you are getting married to him."

A glitter of rage flashed through Emily's eyes as she attempted to walk out of the room.

However, Mr. Famous could cough loudly, gripping tightly to his chest.

Quickly, Emily, together with the rest of the family rushed forward towards him, while his breathing stumbled.

"Grandpa. Are you okay?" Emily inquired with a worried face.

"If you don't get married to him. I would not."

Emily's hands palmed her face. She could not be responsible for her grandfather's demise.

"Okay." Her head dropped over her shoulders in a defeated stance.

Mr. Famous's face brightened. "You should get registered today."

A wave of shock ran through the hall. "Grandpa?"

"Is there any problem?" His brows were raised.

"No. There's not." She frowned a sighed before walking off from the room.

She sprouted off from the room and met Quinin still sitting. After having been informed, they went off to the district registration headquarters.

"After we are registered."

"You mean married?" Quinin continued walking without a hint of emotions to his face.

"Registered.. We would leave our separate lives. Only acting like we were married before my grandfather.

You have no business with my private life. Consider this, strangers with mutual benefits. If you dare break any of these rules I will break your head." Quinin nodded his head, expressionlessly.

When they got into the office, stares flickered at them as they stood to get their registration.

"He's the bodyguard? Or..."

Embarrassment rushed through the whole of Emily's being.

"He's the one that I'm getting married to!" She returned.

"Oh! I would have never noticed. I would need your names and your details..."

A deep voice cuts through the halls. And a manly frame stood in between Emily and Quinin.

His face cut into a smirk as he stared at Emily.

"Hello, beauty. I was walking down the halls." Emily cuts into his speech.

"Cool. Happy married life." Emily said with raised brows.

"Oh no. I'm not getting married. I'm here to save people of your nature from their terrible marriage life." The stranger stated.

"Where's your supposed husband!" He stared around in search of Emily's fiancee, his face not even landing on Quinin for a moment.

"Are you too dumb not to realize that her fiance should be standing beside her?" Quinin said calmly.

Finally, his eyes stared at Quinin. A hint of amusement rushed through it.

"That makes it better. It would be easier for me to get you wouldn't it!" He smiled.

Emily frowned deeply. She might hate Quinin right now. However, she wasn't going to sell her dignity to just anyone.

"As you can see, we're here to get registered."

"That doesn't matter!" Vince gripped Emily's hands tightly until it burned bright red.

"You're coming with me!" He said, holding her hands tightly to get her away from the hall.

A small crowd had gathered to watch. Most of them were happy that someone was bold enough to drag the damsel away from the farmer.

However, he could not move another inch. He turned around catching a glimpse of Quinin holding tightly to his hands.

"Are you courting your death? Let go of me right this instant." Vince roared.

"Why should I? Because of your little bark!" Quinin seemed to remain unfazed by the words.

"Because you don't want to know what I would do to you if you don't." Vince's eyes deepened with rage.

Quinin immediately lets him go and a smile cuts through both sides of his ears.

The weight of a thousand tons of disappointment instantly fell on the crowd, especially Emily.

"I can't believe that he would let the woman that he is getting married to go just like that!" The crowd hissed.

"Let him be frightened. He was never worth the beautiful damsel if you ask me!" Another commented.

The noise that ran through the hall was immediately halted by a loud bang. It happened so fast that most people didn't know what had happened.

They could only see Vince at the other end of the room, sizzling with pain, rendering them all breathless and fazed.

He drew Emily back and focused on the agent.

"Can we get on with the registration now?" She nodded her need swiftly with her eyeballs still out from their sockets.

When they were done, Vince brought his cell phone from his pockets, placed a call, and three dozen guards with a trademark imprinted into their clothings. immediately appeared in the room.

Hearts shifted. Everyone recognized the logos. It was from the third most powerful man in the City. Mr. Han.

A cold chill ran through Emily right from her legs. She recognized who the young man was now.

He was the visiting son of Mr. Han who had been away from the country for quite a while.

Seeing the shock on her face, he smiled.

"Now you recognize who I am now, right?"

Emily could barely move her stiff lips to speak.