2024-08-21 09:43:59"Old man, how can you marry off Sophia, our greatest beauty, to that poor man? Is your brain rotten or what?"
Her anger grew.
"My beautiful granddaughter can never marry a lowlife. She will marry Chris Roland! He’s wealthy and powerful, and can secure our family's future."
"Chris Roland?" Abraham frowned.
That hypocritical playboy?
"Don’t you know Jerry Roland?" Lady Lancaster snapped.
"He works for Alfred Kingston, who practically owns Vancouver. Chris is his only son. Marrying him ties our family to the Kingstons!"
Sophia’s parents also looked at Alex, and a dissatisfied frown crept onto their faces.
Alex wore a simple shirt typically seen on people of the lower-middle class, cheap and old shoes sold on the street, nothing about him screamed wealth.
If Chris Roland was the young rich man with a company, this man was probably Chris’s cleaning service, paid with the lowest salary.
Thinking their daughter would marry this loser already made their anger rise to the peak.
“No way,” Florence Lancaster, Sophia's mother, whispered. “I will never agree. What will my friends say about my son-in-law? This man will drag my name into the mud!"
"Father," Justin Lancaster, Sophia's father, spoke. "Mother is right; how about we let Sophia decide her own future?"
"Grandfather, I don’t want to marry yet," Sophia hurriedly added.
Abraham shook his head.
"I’m not dead yet—so what is decided is decide."
"Abraham!"
Lady Lancaster's desperation turned to anger.
"Imagine the Lancaster family with Kingston ties! Even after you’re gone, our family would thrive! Don’t you care about your descendants? How can you ruin the Lancaster name for that loser!"
“Sophia will never marry him!" Lady Lancaster insisted. "This is all for Lancaster's future!"
"You know nothing, Amelia!"
Abraham looked at his wife and everyone, “Alex is the man I chose, you better keep your mouth shut and your comments to yourself until you know him.”
“I don’t agree!” Amelia yelled out her decision.
There was Chris Roland, a wealthy and promising young man, who could bring the Lancaster Family unimaginable glory and endless fortune ...
...
yet her husband ignored Chris and chose to treat a piece of junk like a treasure!He must be too old and out of his mind!
“Amelia, do you want me to sign divorce papers for you at our old age?”
Lady Lancaster's face turned pale.
“All of you, I am still the head of Lancaster,” Abraham commanded.
“Sophia, you will marry Alex today. You’ll be grateful for my decision one day!”
From his tone, all of them knew there was no point in arguing anymore.
Even Sophia accepted her fate and sighed.
They all knew Abraham Lancaster could sometimes be harsh and would not tolerate any disrespect.
In about an hour and a half, in a very awkward situation, Sophia and Alex successfully signed all the paperwork and obtained their marriage certificates from the government marriage agency.
Only Abraham showed a big smile when looking at the certificate.
The great Alexander Leonhart finally became his grandson.
He would brag to the Kingswell’ people he knew, sure that many would be green with envy.
Meanwhile, Sophia was still disappointed as she married a worthless man.
‘He can have the marriage certificate but not me!’ Sophia inwardly screamed.
But thinking that loser already got his body, Sophia quickly added, ‘He will never get my heart and my money.’
“Sophia,” Abraham turned to her. “Help him blend in with Vancouver life, show him the many places you used to hang out with your friends.”
The first thing on Sophia's mind when making the marriage certificate was to keep everything secret, yet her grandfather wanted her to show him off?
A mischievous
plan suddenly formed in her mind.“Yes, Grandfather. I will HELP HIM BLEND IN.”
She would let Alex see how he was not worthy of her and let go of her.
Alex sighed.
He didn’t like to force anyone, but somehow his mother's fate was likely in this woman's hands, so he had to follow through.
"Cheer up a bit, will ya? It’s not the end of the world!"
Sophia scowled at him, "Marrying you, the biggest braggart in the world, is already the end of the world for me!"
"Honestly, I am not a bragg—"
"Yes, you are! And you are a loser, jobless and worthless!"
"No, I am not," Alex corrected her.
“I do have a job, I am a doctor, with the title of God’s Hand.”
"Oh, keep bragging! You really have no shame." Sophia scolded.
"Listen, I am doing my grandfather’s wish to take you around, but that’s all. This marriage will not work out even in a thousand years. So, stop daydreaming!”
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Chapter 843
Alex hit the old tree at four in the morning, and the old tree did not care.His fist stopped a metre short of the trunk, the way it always did now. The air jumped. A few yellow leaves spun down onto the wet stones of the harbour wall, and that was all.He stood there with his breath smoking in the cold. The energy of heaven and earth came to him thin as the mist, a cup at a time, when what he needed was a river. To raise his cultivation, he needed rare herbs, a pill or an elixir. Westmere had none of them.When he got back, Felicia was sitting on the kitchen step with a plate of bread on her knees."You've been out since four, Prince.""I was hitting a tree.""Did you win?""It's a draw."She held up the plate. "Then eat. Even trees have breakfast."---At ten he walked up into the misty hills. He could hear the cough before he reached the door of the long grey house.Mr. Wolfe sat bent over a handkerchief that was not white any more. Nina knelt beside his chair, holding a glass of w
Chapter 842
"The tenth prince." Hector came away from the door, laughing softly."Sir, did you hear her? The idiot of the Tiffany kennels. The whole coast has laughed at him for fourteen years. He sleeps by their dogs."His voice rose. "And you bowed to him. Twice. In front of me.""Hector," said Mr. Wolfe."You bowed to a kennel dog, sir!""HECTOR." The old man did not raise his voice often.When he did, the brushes jumped on the table. "One more word, and you will leave this house and never come back to it."Hector's mouth shut. His face went from red to white.He stood there with his broken wrist in its cast, and the paper with the herbs on it crushed in his good hand, and he looked at Alex as if he were memorising him.Alex smiled at him. Then he turned back to Nina."I learn many things," he said."That isn't an answer.""It's the only one you're getting.""I could tell the whole coast," she said. "The idiot prince fights like a demon and writes secret arts in school notebooks. Do you know w
Chapter 841
They came at him from three sides at once.The old man in the middle like a wall. Nina high and fast from the left. Hector low from the right, one good hand, his face white with hate."Now!" roared Mr. Wolfe.None of them could touch him.A brush of fingers under Nina's elbow sent her flying past her grandfather. The old man's great palm came, and Alex was not there. He was behind them, on the stone where Nina had started, with both hands back in his pockets."Again?" he asked."Again!" Nina screamed.They came again. And again. And Hector stopped fighting like a disciple of anything. He went for Alex's eyes with his thumb. He stamped for the back of his knee.When that missed, he tried to drive his cast into Alex's throat.On the fourth time, Alex caught him by the collar."You're a guard of this family," he said. "Fight like one."He turned once and let go. Hector flew past Nina and landed face down in the rain puddle between the roots of the old tree, so hard the water splashed her
Chapter 840
Before the girl could answer, a sharp-faced young man came down the stone steps two at a time."Nina. Step back from him."Hector stopped in front of Alex and looked him up and down: the borrowed jacket, the scuffed shoes, the fish-market dust on the hems. Then he laughed."Ten times superior? A dock rat with salt still drying on his boots wants to lecture the Wolfe family?"He leaned in until his face was a hand from Alex's. "Exactly who do you think you are? A fool like you needs to be shown just how high the heavens really stretch.""Hector, leave it," said Nina. "He's nobody.""Nobody insults the Wolfe art in front of you. Not while I'm alive."Alex glanced past him at the old man. "He's in love with her, isn't he?"Hector went red to the ears. "Shut your mouth! I am Mr. Wolfe's senior disciple. No one is allowed to look down on our art! Let me teach you the first lesson, rat. You should always—"Hector struck in the middle of his own sentence: a fist low for the ribs, the other a
Chapter 839
The next morning, the grey car parked at the corner was gone.The gardener who raked the gravel path and meticulously logged every movement in his notebook was gone.For two long months, someone had watched his every breath. Now, the surveillance was completely dark.For those exact two months, the crown prince, the second prince, and their co-conspirators had fancied themselves geniuses, paying operatives to monitor and harass him.His counter-strategy? Play the absolute fool.Give them nothing.What kind of trouble they can inflict on an idiot who refuses to react the way they want?Absolutely none. They were merely burning through time and capital while drowning in their own vicious succession war.After all, Alex wasn't the only target the crown prince had marked. With the second prince and the rest of the royal siblings locked in a brutal mutual destruction pact, they were tearing each other apart.Compared to the raging dumpster fire of the royal court, Alex's existence was the
Chapter 838
In the Tiffany yard, under every light in the house, nobody moved. Even the ambulance men had frozen with Preston's stretcher halfway up the steps."He isn't?" The Baroness said it the way she named a price she would not pay. "Since when do you tell me what happens in my house?""Since tonight, Grandmother."Serena crossed the stones and stood beside Alex. She did not look at him. She held the leather folder in both hands, tight enough to bend it."Can we do this inside? Or do you want the neighbours to hear it too?"The Baroness's eyes cut across the street. The neighbours were already out on their steps, craning their necks, drawn by the ambulance lights. By morning, the Tiffany house would be the joke of the whole town.She pivoted hard on her cane and marched inside. The family fell in behind her, the way they always did.In the long dining room, the dinner candles had burned down to stubs.The Baroness took the head of the table. Pauline stood at her shoulder with her little whit
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