2024-08-21 09:43:17"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.”
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The first real money arrived on a Tuesday, and Richie brought the printout up the stairs himself because he did not trust himself to say the number out loud.One million subscribers.Twenty dollars a month, every one of them, on a service that had existed for eleven weeks."Twenty million dollars," Richie said. "A month. Recurring."Behind him, Felicia had stopped in the doorway with a tray in her hands and forgotten she was holding it...."And the corporate side?" Alexander asked."That's the other page." Richie turned it over for him, and his hand was not quite steady."Separate tier. Direct connection, machine to machine — the firms don't want a person typing, they want their own systems talking to ours. We've signed nine hundred and forty accounts, most of them on the mainland, four in the capital.""How much?""Another twenty million a month. Give or take."Forty million dollars a month, out of a two-storey building opposite a fish market....Felicia put the tray down very care
Chapter 772
The crowd went home talking, and Alexander went upstairs to the governor's office and sat down with the truth.A tax haven is not a law. A tax haven is a reputation.You can write anonymity into your statute in an afternoon. Getting a man in another country to move nine million dollars to an island he has never heard of, through a bank with four staff and a door for a vault, on the word of a twenty-year-old prince the whole Empire calls an idiot — that takes something else entirely.He had no name. Harland had no name.And the island had nothing to sell. No ore under the chalk, no port, no factory, a fishing fleet older than its crews and a tourist season dying a little every year.To attract outside money, Harland had to create something people actually wanted to buy.It was the only way to launder the proceeds into clean, legal cash.He wrote to the head steward that night."If I want to borrow for Harland, how much can I have? I need it to start a business."The answer came back in
Chapter 771
The letter came up the hill in an official car eleven days later.The Emperor's head steward wrote it himself, in his small neat hand, and it said what the council had decided.His Imperial Majesty, on the advice of the council, was pleased to grant the governorship of the island of Harland to Prince Alexander of the House of Leonhart.The prince would take up his post at his earliest convenience.And the court wished to see results in five years.Felicia read it over his shoulder twice and did not understand why he had gone so quiet."Is it good?" she said. "It sounds good. It sounds like they're giving you something."“Well,” Alexander thought, “first they hand over a castle, and now they’re throwing in the entire island with it.”...In the capital, the Second Queen laughed until she had to sit down."Harland." She said the word to the ceiling. "Harland. Out of the entire Empire, they gave him Harland."Her head maid poured the tea and permitted herself a smile."It is the poorest
Chapter 770
Previously, Alex had spent those three days in the hospital watching the world.Felicia had thought he was resting. He was lying propped on two pillows with the television on the wall running the news, and a borrowed phone in his hand under the sheet, and he was reading everything this planet had to say about itself.It took him about a day and a half to understand the size of it.And the size of it was small.Earth was behind.Not a little. Not in one place. Behind in everything, the way a village is behind a capital.Their aircraft still burned fuel. Their computers answered questions the way a clever dog fetches sticks — eagerly, and wrong about a third of the time.Their medicine cut people open to find out what was inside them. There was not one machine on this whole planet that Prussia would have let into a museum.He scrolled for an hour through what this world called its best technology and put the phone face-down on his chest."Is something wrong?" Felicia asked from the chai
Chapter 769
Alexander stepped back behind Felicia.He did it the way the old Alexander would have done it — shoulders up, chin down, one hand bunched in the back of her coat like a child in a crowd.She felt the tug and spread her arms without thinking, a nineteen-year-old woman in a travelling coat trying to hide a grown man from twenty rifles.The Second Queen watched them and almost laughed.Behind Felicia's shoulder, Alexander's lips barely moved....The voice did not come from him.It came from everywhere at once, and from an inch inside every ear in the front of that hall — the Queen's, and each of the twenty men in armour — low and dry and very old."I warned this house not to let anyone enter."Twenty visors turned at the same moment."And since you have come anyway," the voice said, "you can die here."...The line of knights broke step.Not much. Half a pace. But these were palace men, picked and drilled, and half a pace from palace men is the same as a scream from anybody else."What
Chapter 768
Alex kept moving."It was always a choice," he said. "Be killed by him, or be killed by me. You chose him. You chose to hit me. So this is your payment.""Please. Please don't. I'm sorry—"The man turned to run. Alex took both his arms before he made the second step.And Alex kept moving.Every one of them had been part of it. The side that killed his mother. The people who had treated him like nothing for fourteen years. This was the bill for all of it."Think of it as karma," Alex said, and moved on....That night is the one nobody in that province will ever write down.Thirteen people in that castle lost both arms at the shoulder inside twenty minutes. Every one of them was alive when it happened. Every one stayed conscious for a few minutes after, screaming, shouting, trying to survive. But a human being with both arms gone does not last long. The veins pump the blood straight out.They shouted until they stopped shouting.By half past two, nothing was moving on the west side of
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