Chapter 2

However, Mavis only paused for a second before she continued walking out. She said coldly, "There's no need. We're not from the same world."

As her words fell, she was gone. Silence quickly enveloped the room.

Timothy narrowed his eyes at the three bundles of cash in front of him. After taking the last puff of his cigarette, he couldn't help but laugh. He found it absurd that Mavis had looked down on him.

As the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force in Efral, he had thousands of soldiers under his command.

Furthermore, he possessed insane medical skills that most people would find unbelievable. Even the Spectral Healer, who was revered throughout Efral, was the least capable of his twelve apprentices.

As for his wealth, he wasn't sure how much money he had. His assets across Efral probably totaled up to trillions of dollars.

Countless women pursued him. A few days ago, even Efral's Four Greatest Families wanted him to take their granddaughters as his lovers.

However, despite his wealth, power, medical skills, and influence, a woman looked down on him and underestimated his worth that day. Not only that, she threw three thousand dollars at him disdainfully.

Timothy touched the tip of his nose, feeling amused. Mavis' cold and contemptuous look replayed in his mind again.

The next moment, he decided to let it go and not dwell on it. Relationships come and go. There was no point feeling troubled about it unnecessarily. Besides, he still had six potential marriage candidates to meet.

Just as he was thinking this, his phone rang. He answered it and heard a respectful voice from a middle-aged man coming through the other end.

"Chief, I'm waiting at the entrance of the hotel you're staying in. If you need anything, just say the word."

Timothy scratched his head. "Are you from the Sechydra Chamber of Commerce?"

"Yes, I am Zack Larson, the president of the Lormford City branch of the Sechydra Chamber of Commerce. I heard from Mr. Franklin that you returned to Lormford City last night, so I came over to wait for you," Zack answered.

Timothy said listlessly, "Got it. I'll be down soon."

"Alright!"

Downstairs, at the entrance to the hotel lobby, a middle-aged man in black hung up the phone. He was Zack Larson, the richest man in Lormford City and the president of the Lormford Chamber of Commerce.

The moment he hung up, everyone from the 30 Rolls-Royce cars behind him got out and lined up respectfully.

Despite being one of the most influential people in Lormford City, Zack didn't put on airs. Instead, he appeared respectful and nervous.

It was because the person he was about to greet was like a god to him.

Just then, Mavis walked out of the hotel carrying a messenger bag. Her stunning beauty wasn't the least bit diminished, even though she looked pale and tired.

Upon seeing the scene in front of the hotel, she was shocked. She did a double take as she recognized Zack.

Of course, with her current status, she wasn't acquainted with him. Nevertheless, she knew who he was since he was the richest man in Lormford City.

Mavis was astonished to see Zack standing at the entrance with so many men and cars, seemingly waiting for someone. Who could that person be?

A bodyguard wearing a black suit approached her and said, "Please leave. We're clearing out Sterling Hotel for today."

Mavis was stunned and asked curiously, "Are you waiting for someone?"

"Yes."

"Who are you waiting for?"

"We cannot disclose this information. Please leave quickly," said the bodyguard sternly.

Mavis bit her lip and glanced at the hotel entrance. She wanted to stay and see, but the bodyguard's steely gaze effectively chased her away. Ever so perceptive, she knew that people of this status were not someone she could see just because she wanted to.

Left with no choice, she walked toward the parking lot. As she got into her car, her phone rang. Mavis answered and heard her father's panicked voice.

"Mavis, why didn't you come home last night? Where are you now?" Patrick Jefferson asked.

Mavis bit her lip and fell silent for a moment. She then composed herself and said, "I had to take care of some matters at the company, so I didn't come back."

"Hurry home. We received news that the man you're engaged to has returned to Lormford City today," Patrick said.

Mavis was startled by the news. "He's back?"

"Yes, come back and get yourself freshened up. We're going to meet him. Also, have you managed to find any information about Dr. Luther's whereabouts?"

Mavis was crestfallen by the question. "No, Dad. Dr. Luther is said to be an apprentice of the Spectral Healer. A person of his caliber is hard to find. How about we find someone else to treat Grandpa?"

Patrick sighed. "I understand. Just come home first."

"Okay." Mavis hung up, feeling ambivalent.

She had signed a marriage agreement, which stipulated her consent to marry that man years ago. But on the night before his return, she had a one-night stand with another man and lost her virginity. This was the most ridiculous turn of events!

Mavis sighed and looked into the rearview mirror, hoping to see the man Zack had held in such high regard.

Just then, Timothy walked out of the hotel wearing cheap, wrinkled clothes and looking unkempt.

Mavis' face darkened at the sight of him. Why did he have to appear right at that moment?

"What rotten luck!" she spat and glared at Timothy in the rearview mirror. She instantly lost interest and no longer felt like staying, so she started her car and left.

With that, Mavis missed the jaw-dropping scene that unfolded next. If she had stayed a second longer, she would have witnessed something unbelievable.

Zack and his entourage knelt on one knee before Timothy!

With his tone full of reverence, Zack said loudly, "Greetings, Chief!"

Timothy looked at them, and a smile gradually formed on his face. "Alright, there's no need for such formality. Get up."

"Yes, Chief!" Zack and his men stood up respectfully. "Please get in the car."

Timothy nodded and got into the Rolls-Royce in the center. Zack also got in, acting as the driver for the day. He was the richest man in Lormford City, but he was only fit to be a driver for this man.

In the car, Timothy crossed his legs and said smilingly, "Who told you I was back? Was it that old man?"

Zack broke into a cold sweat and replied nervously, "Chief, it was… it was Mr. Franklin who informed us. He told us to protect you. You're not angry, are you?"

"Protect? Would I need his protection?" Timothy sneered, looking like he couldn't care less.

But in his heart, he felt a surge of warmth at Remy's gesture. Although Remy always played tricks on him back on the mountain, he still cared about him.

Timothy turned to look out the window at the bustling city. He felt a wave of nostalgia followed by a pensive emotion.

The car soon arrived at the suburbs on the western side of the city. Timothy's home was located in an old neighborhood here.

The convoy of Rolls-Royces immediately attracted the attention of the locals. The scene was spectacular and caused a stir.

Soon, the convoy stopped at an intersection. Timothy's home was further inside, but the cars couldn't go through the narrow alley.

Timothy got out and looked around. He then said to Zack, "There's no place to park here. You should go back. I'll contact you if I need anything."

Zack nodded respectfully and handed over a new phone. "Chief, this is your private phone. It has my contact information. Feel free to give me any orders."

Timothy took the phone and said, "Good job. I'll keep it."

Zack was overjoyed and responded excitedly, "Thank you, Chief!"

Timothy smiled and walked toward the intersection. With that, Zack and his convoy left.

As Timothy walked along the familiar path, a sense of familiarity overwhelmed him.

Three years had passed since he last came home. How were his parents? How was his younger sister? He had left home without a word back then. They must have been worried sick.

When he spotted his home's small courtyard from a distance, he couldn't help but quicken his pace.