Chapter 1

Outside the courthouse in the northern district of Quester City, Raymond Parker walked heavily behind Yvette Quinton, each of them holding a divorce certificate.

Their three years of marriage had officially come to an end.

"You can't blame me," Yvette said as she turned to face Raymond at the edge of the street. "We've grown too distant. Continuing to force it would've been meaningless."

Raymond's eyes flashed with a touch of sadness and self-mockery. "Yeah, you've gotten busier. You even stay in the office overnight…"

Yvette looked at him with a hint of disdain. "Our differences are growing. Every day, I'm focused on the company's growth, but you just sit around doing nothing. You only run that pathetic stall under the bridge and scam old people…"

"You don't let me get involved with the company," Raymond spread his arms, a helpless expression on his face. "If I don't run the stall, what else am I supposed to do?"

Did she think he wanted to do nothing? It was she who kept looking down on him!

"You know what people are saying about me?" Yvette's voice wavered with frustration. "They say I married a quack!"

Raymond suddenly chuckled. He seemed to have let go of something.

"So, I'm the one who's embarrassed you? Don't worry, no one will say that about you anymore."

"I don't want to talk about the past—it's over. But here." She held out a card. "There's a million in here. Use it to start a proper business. Don't keep messing around with that stall. If you keep at it, you'll always be a failure."

A failure?

Raymond scoffed.

So, in her eyes, that was all he ever was.

Years ago, his mentor, Helios Skye, performed a forbidden divination for the Quinton family. It changed their fortunes and inadvertently brought Raymond and Yvette together. But the price was steep—Helios lost his life in the process and passed away soon after.

In the following three years, the Quinton family prospered, and Yvette took charge of the family business, becoming busier by the day. Their time together grew sparse, and their relationship faded into something far more ordinary.

Eventually, Yvette asked for a divorce.

But all these years, Raymond had been the one protecting the Quinton family. Without him, where would they be today?

"Also, take the Audi with you. A man can't be without a car-"

"I don't need it."

Raymond didn't take the bank card or the car keys.

"You don't need it? How are you going to live? By relying on your little scam stall?" Yvette's voice was sharp.

"We're divorced now," Raymond replied coldly. "You don't need to worry about me, Ms. Quinton."

With that, he turned to walk away. He hated the condescending tone she always used, as though she were doing him a favor.

But just as he took a step, a few luxury cars sped toward them.

A group of over 20 people stepped out of the cars and quickly positioned themselves around a sleek, black Maybach. One of them respectfully opened the car door.

A young man impeccably dressed in a suit and radiating confidence stepped out holding a bouquet of blue roses. He made his way over to Yvette.

"Evie, congratulations! You're finally free!"

Raymond, who had intended to leave, stopped in his tracks and glanced at the young man.

Linden Hart was the second son of the Hart family, one of the Five Elite Families of Quester City. Raymond knew him well. Every time he visited Yvette's office, there were always flowers from Linden sitting on her desk.

Once, Raymond even ran into Linden leaving her office.

Seeing him now, Raymond felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Everything became clear in an instant.

Yvette looked slightly surprised at Linden's appearance. "Why are you here?"

"It's your big day, Evie," Linden said casually. "How could I not come?" As he spoke, he extended the flowers toward her.

Yvette accepted the bouquet without hesitation, then turned to Raymond. "Hey, take this card—"

"I don't need it. I don't need anyone's charity to survive!" Raymond said coldly. His heart felt like ice.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn?" Yvette retorted.

Raymond waved the divorce certificate in his hand, then turned around to leave.

"Hey, aren't you the famous fortune teller from Riverfall who mooches off his wife? Mr. Parker, how about reading your own fortune? How's your future looking?" Linden called out mockingly.

Raymond stopped and turned slowly, his cold gaze landing on Linden. He smirked, and a playful glint flashed in his eyes.

"My future doesn't need reading. It's clear and bright, actually. But I could give you a free reading," Raymond said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Your luck's about to take a turn for the worse. Within three days, you'll suffer a disaster marked by blood!"

"What? Are you cursing me now?" Linden's face twisted in fury.

"I don't care if you believe it or not." Raymond shrugged. He didn't want to waste any more words. Without another glance, he turned to walk away.

"You're leaving?"

As soon as Raymond took a couple of steps, several suited men appeared in front of him, blocking his path.

"Do you think you can curse Mr. Hart and just walk away?" one of them growled.

The group closed in, their posture aggressive, as if preparing to fight. It was clear that these men had come prepared.

Raymond wasn't intimidated. He scanned the group with a cold, hard gaze and said in a low voice, "What do you want?"

"We've been sick of you for a long time," one of them sneered, clenching his fists, ready to strike. "Before, Ms. Quinton was backing you up. But now that she's kicked you to the curb, you're nothing. You're a useless waste that's lower than a dog. So, what do you think we want?"

"Enough!"

Just as the man was about to swing a punch at Raymond's head, Yvette's voice rang out.

"Mr. Hart, let him go."

Linden laughed mockingly. "Fine. I'll let him go today for your sake. But if I cross paths with him again, he won't be so lucky next time."

"Aren't you going to thank him, Raymond?"

"Thank him? For what? Making me a cuckold?"

"What?" Yvette's face turned red with anger.

"Yeah, I've been after Evie for a long time. If you hadn't shown up three years ago, she would've been mine by now. From today on, she's got nothing to do with you. The farther you stay away, the better. Don't even think about getting close to her again," Linden said smugly.

Raymond stared at Yvette, half-expecting her to say something in defense but was met with silence. He felt a coldness spreading inside him, and the last remnants of regret began to fade away.

She couldn't even muster an explanation. What was there left for him to cling to?

"I wish you two a happy life," he muttered, his words practically spat out between clenched teeth.

"Goodbye, Evie's ex-husband!" Linden said with a carefree wave of his hand.

Just then, a bright red Ferrari pulled up.

A stunning woman stepped out of the car. Her figure was graceful, her beauty striking. Her long, wine-colored hair flowed in the breeze. But despite her appearance, there was an unmistakable look of urgency in her eyes.

"You just got divorced, right?" the woman asked as she walked up to Raymond, her eyes fixed on the divorce certificate in his hand.

Raymond looked up at her, feeling a bit confused by the sudden appearance of this stranger.

Before Raymond could say anything, the woman glanced briefly at Yvette and Linden, then suddenly grabbed his arm. "Come with me."

Without waiting for his response, she dragged him toward the county clerk's office that was nearby.

Raymond was caught off guard, bewildered as she practically pulled him inside.

"Let's get married!"

At the counter to register for marriages, the woman handed over her identification documents and two recommendation letters that would speed up the registration.

Raymond stood frozen.

What kind of situation was this? Did people just grab some random person off the street and get married nowadays? And she even had recommendation letters ready?

"Miss, are you sure this isn't a mistake?" he asked, bewildered.

"There's no mistake. Hurry up, bring out your identification documents... Sign here," she urged.

The clerk inside seemed just as stunned and didn't know how to react at first.

"You… You're really getting married?" the clerk asked.

"I…" Raymond hesitated, still processing the situation.

"What are you still thinking about? Are you a man or not?" the woman pressed, her voice insistent. "She's got another man and is trampling all over you. Are you happy to let that slide?"

"Let that slide? Hah…" Raymond's teeth clenched as he thought of Yvette's actions.

"Yvette, you've been treating me like nothing. Fine, I'll throw you away like you threw me away," he muttered under his breath.

With a sudden resolve, Raymond handed his ID to the still-dazed clerk.

"I'm going through with this marriage!"

Chapter 2

"Who is she?"

"You don't know her? That's Crystal Sullivan, the third daughter of the Sullivan family and the current CEO of Sullivan Group."

Standing by the street, Yvette's jaw dropped as she watched Raymond get pulled into the county clerk's office by a breathtakingly beautiful woman.

"Crystal Sullivan? That Crystal? What is she doing with Raymond?"

For some reason, a strange pang of loss gripped Yvette's heart.

Over the past few years, the Quinton family had been doing well. But compared to the Sullivan family, they were nothing.

"What could she possibly be doing with him? Surely, they're not getting married, right?" Linden said with a laugh.

Yvette's expression stiffened. She doubted they were getting married.

Crystal was a rising star among Quester City's elite youth. She was known as the city's most beautiful woman and the CEO of Sullivan Group. The Sullivan family was one of the Five Elite Families of Quester City.

How could someone like her marry the man Yvette had just divorced?

But curiosity gnawed at her. Why would this radiant beauty suddenly pull Raymond into the county clerk's office like that?

"Could it be that he conned her somehow during one of his little fortune-telling gigs?" Yvette recalled his past antics, and a trace of worry surfaced on her face.

Linden scowled. "You're divorced. Why are you still worried about him?"

Yvette paused, then sighed softly. "You're right. He's not my concern anymore..."

…

When Raymond saw the official seal stamped onto the marriage certificate, it still didn't feel real.

"Here. Take it. From now on, you're my husband," Crystal said with a satisfied sigh as she handed him the certificate. "And don't forget—be loyal. No flirting with other women."

Raymond took the document in a daze, barely processing her words. His eyes fell on the names on the certificate, and he froze for a moment.

Crystal Sullivan.

Crystal was the third daughter of the Sullivan family, and she was well-known throughout Quester City. Even though they had never met, Raymond had certainly heard of her.

Now, in a fit of impulsiveness, he had married her. The realization began to sink in, and it all felt reckless.

Had he really just joined the ranks of second marriages?

He looked down at his left hand, which was holding his divorce certificate, and his right hand, which was holding his marriage certificate. A strange, bitter smile tugged at his lips.

"What a mess of a marriage," he muttered.

Who would believe that, in the span of just 30 minutes, he got divorced and then remarried?

This wasn't just a whirlwind wedding—it was a hurricane.

"Come on, they're probably still waiting for us," Crystal said, tilting her elegant chin toward the door. Without hesitation, she looped her arm through his and led him out.

"Holy shit. Am I crazy, or is the world crazy? First, that man divorced a beautiful woman, then he married a woman who looks like a goddess. That man is a role model for our generation!"

The clerk who had just processed their marriage certificate stared after them, her mind spinning.

"Young people these days... Marriage and divorce are supposed to be monumental decisions, not something treated like playing house!"

Another clerk nearby chimed in with a knowing smirk, "Well, handsome men do seem to have a knack for living off others."

At least one person seemed to think they had figured out what was going on.

…

Outside the county clerk's office, Raymond and Crystal walked down the steps, arm-in-arm, looking every bit the newlywed couple.

Yvette's lips twitched as she watched them approach.

Crystal lifted her marriage certificate, her expression smug and triumphant. Her posture was regal and her tone was commanding as she declared, "You're my husband's ex-wife, right? Let me make this clear—your ex-husband is now my husband. Keep that in mind and stop interfering in his life."

Yvette stiffened under Crystal's powerful demeanor. Just moments ago, she and Linden had been so sure that Crystal had dragged Raymond inside to confront him, not to marry him.

But the glaring marriage certificate in Crystal's hand was undeniable.

The man Yvette had cast aside without a second thought had been snatched up before he had even hit the ground. And not just by anyone but by the illustrious Crystal Sullivan, the renowned third daughter of the Sullivan family.

It felt like a slap in the face.

Was this the universe's way of mocking her? Was it telling her she had thrown away a hidden treasure without even realizing it?

Yvette spat, "Raymond Parker, it's no wonder you were so eager to divorce me. She was waiting for you all along!"

When Raymond heard her words, he turned his cold gaze on Yvette and Linden.

"And he wasn't waiting for you?"

"That's different!" Yvette protested.

"What's the difference? Why is it okay for you to do something but not for me?"

Yvette faltered, her response caught in her throat. This wasn't the Raymond she knew. The quiet, submissive man she had always taken for granted seemed like a completely different person today.

"Ms. Sullivan, are you sure you know who you've just married? He's nothing but a con man, a smooth talker who tricks old folks into believing his nonsense!" Linden said.

Though Yvette was undeniably beautiful, there was something about Crystal's commanding presence that made Yvette seem small by comparison.

Seeing Crystal up close for the first time, Linden couldn't help but be captivated.

And that marriage certificate in her hand? It infuriated him.

How could a man Linden considered a pathetic, freeloading fraud have not one but two women he desired?

Worse yet, it was Crystal who had pursued Raymond! She had practically handed herself to him on a silver platter!

Where was the justice in that?

"I know exactly who he is," Crystal said, her tone firm and resolute.

"Are you sure? He's a useless nobody! A deadbeat who lives off women!"

Crystal's smile didn't falter. "I don't mind."

Linden's composure crumbled. He was on the verge of losing it completely. How could something this absurd actually be happening?

"Come on, darling. Let's go home," Crystal said, still clutching Raymond's arm. She leaned into him slightly, accentuating her elegant figure as she looked up at him with an affectionate smile. "I'll cook something special for you."

Both Linden and Yvette stiffened, their expressions twisting in disbelief.

Yvette was filled with mixed emotions. In the three years of marriage, not once had she so much as served Raymond a glass of water. He had always been the one in the kitchen, tirelessly preparing meals.

But now, a woman as regal as a queen like Crystal actually said she was going to go home and cook for Raymond!

Yvette felt like she was about to lose it. Her mouth opened slightly as if she wanted to say something—to warn Crystal, perhaps. But before she could speak, Crystal was already leading Raymond toward her sleek, fiery-red Ferrari.

"You drive," Crystal said casually, handing Raymond the keys. Her voice was warm and sweet, with a touch of indulgence. "From now on, it's yours to use whenever you like."

Yvette froze, her face draining of color.

In their marriage, Raymond was never even allowed to touch her Maserati Quattroporte. On the rare occasions he did touch it, she would make a big show of getting it professionally cleaned, as if his mere presence had tarnished it.

But now…

A deep ache settled in Yvette's chest, growing heavier and harder to ignore.

"Crystal," Yvette muttered under her breath, watching the pair as they drove away. "You'll regret this decision someday!"

…

"So, do you feel better now?"

The Ferrari sped through the city streets, a sleek and stunning sight against the dull urban backdrop.

A guy in simple clothes, whose whole vibe screamed "down on his luck", was driving a luxury car worth millions. And sitting beside him was a woman who looked like she had stepped out of a dream.

The whole scene felt… off, somehow.

"Damn it, how am I lacking compared to him?"

"In this day and age, it seems like all the good ones go to losers…"

"Pal, take a good look. It's the good woman who's chasing the loser this time."

From the sidewalks, groans of envy and resentment filled the air. If looks could kill, Raymond would've dropped dead ten times over.

A luxury car and a stunning woman—a dream for any man—were paraded right in front of them. The sight was painfully real, yet the man at the center of it wasn't them.

"Ms. Sullivan," Raymond said calmly as he pulled the car to the side of the road after driving a single block. "I don't know what your goal is, but this charade is over. I've played along long enough."

Crystal raised a perfectly arched brow, her tone dripping with mock surprise. "You knew it was all an act?"

A faint smile tugged at Raymond's lips, though it wasn't genuine. "Even a fool could see this was just a performance. Still, I owe you my thanks."

With that, he reached for the door handle.

"Wait!"

"What else do you want?" Raymond asked as he threw the marriage certificate onto the car seat.

Crystal's hand darted out, catching his arm with a firm but feminine grip. Her voice was laced with a hint of allure and urgency as she asked, "Where do you think you're going?"

Raymond glanced back at her, confused. "Where I go doesn't concern you, does it?"

"Oh, but it does. You're my husband now. And you're so handsome. If some vixen seduces you, I'd be the one losing out, wouldn't I?"

Raymond blinked, thrown completely off-balance.

Was this woman serious?

But the flicker in Crystal's eyes made it clear to him that all of this was just an act.

"I'm heading back to get what's mine," Raymond said with a helpless sigh.

"Back? To your ex-wife's place?" Crystal's eyes sparkled with interest as she tilted her head slightly.

Raymond nodded.

"Perfect. I'll go with you. If your ex-mother-in-law tries to make things difficult for you, I'll put her in her place so firmly that your ex-father-in-law won't know what to do except stand there in shock."

Chapter 3

On the way to the Quinton residence, Raymond suddenly found himself yanked into a hair salon by Crystal.

"Ladies, give him a sharp new look. Make it bold—flashy, even. The kind that turns heads," Crystal declared.

Raymond nearly leaped out of the salon chair. "What? Wait a second—"

"You got it, Ms. Sullivan," one of the stylists chirped.

Sitting there, Raymond felt less like he was getting a haircut and more like he was being prepared for execution.

When the makeover was done, Crystal examined him with a critical eye. She circled him like a cat inspecting her prey, and it almost made him dizzy. "Not bad. Now, this is how my man should look."

"Your man?" The stylist blinked in disbelief.

Crystal didn't bother explaining.

"Thanks! Drinks on me next time!" she called over her shoulder, already dragging Raymond out of the salon and straight into a nearby men's clothing store.

"Three outfits," she told the store assistant as they entered. "Oh, and switch out everything—boxers, socks, shoes, the works."

Raymond stumbled, staring at her in shock.

She crossed her arms, raising an unimpressed brow. "What's with that look? Still clinging to your old clothes because they smell like her perfume?"

Raymond stared at her in exasperation.

Was this woman a refined lady or a delinquent?

The real question was—what on earth was she trying to do?

The store manager personally came over to serve them. "Ms. Sullivan, what level of quality should we be looking at?"

Crystal rolled her eyes. "Seriously? He's my husband. What do you think?"

"Understood!"

The manager froze for a moment, then broke into a wide grin. But moments later, his expression fell.

What the hell? What kind of ridiculous luck did this guy have? Was this the new trend with rich young ladies? Should he ditch his suits and try dressing like a broke college student too? Maybe some rich heiress would take a liking to him too, and he wouldn't have to worry about money or work anymore!

People said that clothes made the man.

When Raymond finally stepped out in his new outfit, the store went dead silent.

A young lady standing nearby with her boyfriend accidentally dropped her phone on the floor.

He was so handsome!

No, he was stunning!

That was the only thought echoing in everyone's minds as they stared at Raymond.

Raymond caught their looks and turned toward the nearest mirror. He froze, his reflection momentarily catching him off guard. He did… look stunning.

"What are all of you staring at? If you want to gawk, look at your own boyfriends! This is my husband!" Crystal's voice carried a hint of panic as she quickly stepped forward and grabbed Raymond's arm. Leaning in, she muttered, "Looks like I can't dress you up too nicely from now on. It's dangerous."

Raymond was utterly speechless.

Today had officially crossed into madness. Somehow, he had gotten swept up in this whirlwind with a woman who seemed completely unhinged. She was acting out a nonsensical story with no script and no end in sight.

Crystal swiped her credit card and completed the payment.

The total? Fifty-nine thousand.

How was this woman so bold?

She had just pulled a random guy into marriage and spent a fortune turning him into a whole new person!

"Let's go. It's time to visit your ex-mother-in-law," Crystal said, emphasizing the word "ex" with a sharpness that felt intentional as if to remind Raymond not to forget it.

…

At the Quinton residence in Sunshine Grove, Janet Yancy paced in the living room as she waited anxiously.

"Do you think Yvette and that worthless man actually went through with the divorce?" she muttered, worry etched across her face as she occasionally glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Don't worry, Mom. I'm sure Evie meant it this time. She'll definitely go through with it," Yves Quinton, Yvette's younger brother, assured her with a confident smirk.

However, Janet remained skeptical. "I wouldn't be so sure! That leech has gotten too comfortable freeloading off our family. You think he's capable of surviving on his own, scamming old people at some stall below the bridge?"

"He wouldn't oppose the divorce! I already told Mr. Hart what's going on. If that loser tries to be difficult, Mr. Hart will break his legs!" Yves declared triumphantly.

"Well done!" Janet said. "Once that deadweight is out of our house for good, I'll call Mr. Hart over to propose to Yvette!"

"Exactly. My sister deserves someone like Mr. Hart—a true heir to a wealthy family. What does Raymond have to offer? Absolutely nothing!" Yves chimed in eagerly.

The two exchanged smug looks, their voices harmonizing in self-congratulation. Meanwhile, Samuel Quinton sat on the couch, silently puffing on his cigarette. His brows were furrowed as if something was gnawing at him, though he said nothing.

Suddenly, Yves' phone buzzed with a notification. His eyes lit up. "It's from Evie—she's done it! They're divorced!"

"Really?" Janet hurried over.

"See for yourself." Yves thrust the phone toward her. "She even sent a photo of the divorce certificate. It's real."

"Finally!" Janet clapped her hands in glee. "That waste of space is finally out of our family!"

The mother and son cheered, their joy palpable.

Just then, a maid entered the room and announced hesitantly, "Mrs. Quinton, Mr. Yves... Mr. Parker has returned."

"Why are you addressing him with such respect?" Janet's expression darkened instantly. "He's divorced from Yvette. He's no longer a part of the Quinton family!"

Yves's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Come on, Mom. Let's see what he wants now."

He practically dragged her toward the door. But when they reached the entrance and saw the man standing outside, both froze.

Janet rubbed her eyes as though trying to clear an illusion.

"Is that... the deadweight, Raymond?"

Yves blinked hard. "It looks like him... doesn't it?"

"W-What happened to him?" Janet stammered.

"Mom, don't forget. Evie said she's gonna give him a million after the divorce. He must've cashed in and blown it all on himself," Yves said matter-of-factly.

Janet's face fell, a wave of heartache washing over her.

A million, wasted on that useless man?

"What are you doing back here?" Janet snapped, her tone icy as she fixed Raymond with a sharp glare.

"I came to collect my things," Raymond replied coolly.

Whatever lingering attachment he had felt toward this family had completely vanished. For three years, Raymond had worked tirelessly and taken care of everything at home. Yet not once did he receive even a word of acknowledgment.

Given how much care he had shown, even a stone should have warmed up to him by now.

But in the end, he realized it wasn't right to compare this family to a stone. They were more like a block of ice, so cold and unyielding that it had left him frostbitten.

Yves' gaze shifted to a dusty wooden box sitting in the corner. With an exaggerated stride, he stomped over to it.

"Everything you own is in there! But if you want to take it, first hand over that million."

"A million?" Raymond frowned, clearly puzzled. "What million?"

Where did the amount come from?

"Don't play dumb with me!" Yves snapped, leaning forward. "Evie said she'd give you a million dollars if you divorced her! She might've agreed to it, but we sure didn't!"

"She did mention that. But I didn't take a cent," Raymond replied.

"Didn't take it? You expect me to believe that?" Yves sneered, his tone dripping with disbelief.

"Whether you believe me or not is your problem. I'm telling the truth. You can ask Yvette yourself."

"Ask her?" Yves scoffed, jabbing a finger hard against Raymond's chest. "Why would I bother asking her? You want me to believe you didn't take the money? Then explain the clothes you're wearing! Where did these come from? Don't tell me you won the lottery or something."

"A friend bought them for me," Raymond said calmly.

Yves erupted into laughter.

A friend? Seriously?

"Do you think I'm an idiot? What friend? You think I don't know everything about you? If you had such friends, would you bother setting up a roadside stall to fool people all day?"

Raymond's eyes narrowed, and anger surged in his heart.

"Raymond, don't blame us for being harsh! This is your own fault for being unsuccessful. Look at Yvette now—she's the CEO of the Quinton Group. And soon, she'll be closing a deal worth over a hundred million! The gap between you two is massive."

"Exactly." Janet stepped forward, her nose practically in the air as she gave Raymond a disdainful look. "You must know that if you stay around her, you'll only drag her down. And worse, you'll drag down the progress of our entire family."

Raymond frowned. "As you wished, I've already left the Quinton family. I'm only here to take back what belongs to me."

His heart had already frozen over.

A hundred-million-dollar deal? If not for him, where would such a deal have come from in the first place?

"You're a man. Aren't you ashamed of living off a woman? You're already divorced, yet you still took a million from Evie. How can you be so shameless?" Janet angrily said when she saw Raymond's indifferent attitude.

"I really didn't take it!"

"I don't believe you! If you didn't take it, where did you get the money to buy those fancy clothes? And that flashy hairstyle? Are you here to show off in front of us?"

Janet firmly didn't believe him.

"I bought his clothes, and I paid for his hairstyle. Is there a problem with that?" a feminine voice suddenly said.

Hearing the voice, Janet and Yves finally noticed a Ferrari parked not far from the residence's entrance.

A woman whose beauty seemed almost otherworldly was walking up to them. With a seductive sway in her walk, she approached and linked her arm with Raymond's with familiar ease.

"But I'm not just his friend. I'm his wife now."

Chapter 4

Yves' eyes widened.

He had seen countless beautiful women before—even his sister was considered a rare beauty—but the moment he laid eyes on Crystal, he was utterly captivated. It was as if the world had regained its colors once more in his eyes.

"W-Who are you?"

Standing beside him, Janet was equally stunned.

"Crystal Sullivan, Raymond's current wife," Crystal replied casually.

Janet's face twisted into an ugly sneer. "Well, well, Raymond, I've really underestimated you. You've just divorced Yvette and you're already running around with some little vixen! You have no skills to speak of, but seducing women? That's clearly your expertise!"

Janet was furious. She couldn't stand what she was seeing.

To her, Raymond was nothing more than a useless man who had just been thrown out of the Quinton family. Yet here he was, smugly parading another woman in front of her as if to taunt her!

Crystal's eyes narrowed, and her tone turned icy. "I suggest you watch your mouth. If you weren't my husband's ex-mother-in-law, I would've slapped you already!"

"You dare threaten me?" Janet hissed. "A vixen like you must've been sneaking around with him even before the divorce!"

Janet had always been a domineering woman, and she wasn't afraid of Crystal. As she spoke, she walked right up to Crystal.

"Oh, you think you're so bold? Go on, then! I'm standing right here. Let's see if you dare—"

The slap landed clean and sharp, echoing crisply in the air.

The place fell silent, the tension palpable.

Janet froze. The next moment, she instinctively reached up to touch her now-burning cheek. Her lips trembled in disbelief. "You actually hit me?"

After a moment, Janet turned to Yves, who was still in a daze, and roared, "She slapped me, Yves! I'm your mother! Are you going to just stand there?"

For someone as arrogant and domineering as her, there was no way Janet was going to let this slide.

But Yves' face was a mix of discomfort and embarrassment. "M-Mom… That's Crystal Sullivan…"

"I don't care if her name is Crystal, Ruby, or Sapphire! She dares to hit me, and you're just going to stand there? Break that pretty little face of hers. Let's see how she keeps seducing other people's husbands then!"

"Mom, she's the third daughter of the Sullivan family…" The words tumbled out in a rush as Yves desperately tried to make Janet understand.

"Who cares if she's the third daughter of some family! I—" Halfway through, Janet suddenly paused and looked at Crystal in disbelief.

"W-Which Sullivan family?"

"What other family has that name in Quester City? Of course, it's the Sullivan family of the south…"

Janet's knees buckled slightly, and she staggered. The color drained from her face.

The Sullivan family was one of the Five Elite Families of Quester City. Compared to them, the Quinton family was nothing more than a speck of dust.

"The Sullivan family's third daughter?" Janet whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief. "How could she possibly end up with this worthless man?"

The other side of Janet's face instantly bore another handprint.

"I let it slide when you insulted me, but calling my husband worthless? That's something I won't tolerate!"

Janet was stunned, momentarily forgetting the pain on her face as shock took over. No matter how she tried, she couldn't wrap her mind around it.

Why would the Sullivan family's third daughter defend Raymond so fiercely?

"M-Ms. Sullivan, I think… there might be a misunderstanding," Yves stammered cautiously. "H-He's just a worth—I mean, a fraud who scams old people. He's a nobody who has been living off my family for the past three years. He's a dead weight. Did he deceive you somehow?"

"You lot wouldn't recognize a diamond even if it was handed to you!" Crystal coldly said. "You see him as worthless, but in my eyes, he's a gem of the highest quality!"

"W-What?" Yves was stunned, and his mind went blank. What kind of impossible luck had his useless ex-brother-in-law stumbled into?

Although Janet was afraid, she couldn't let go of the thought of the money. "But he took one million dollars from Evie! Shouldn't that be returned to us?"

"My husband said he didn't take it, so that means he didn't!" Crystal said proudly as she lifted her chin. "Besides, do you think he'd need money? He's my husband now!"

Janet and Yves stared at Crystal, completely dumbfounded. They couldn't understand what was happening.

At that moment, Janet's phone rang. She jumped in surprise, and in her nervous haste to answer it, she accidentally put the call on speaker.

"Mom, if Raymond stops by to pick up his things, don't give him any trouble. He didn't take the one million I offered to him."

The call ended, leaving Janet and Yves standing there with pale faces and extreme embarrassment.

"You heard that, right?" Raymond said, a cold smile on his lips as he bent down to pick up the battered wooden box that Yves had been stepping on moments earlier.

Yves immediately stepped back, releasing the box from his hold.

"Remember, he's my husband now. Don't bother him anymore."

Crystal spoke with an air of superiority, making Janet and Yves instinctively lower their heads.

Watching Crystal naturally loop her arm through Raymond's as they headed toward the Ferrari, Yves' face twitched. A wave of frustration, bordering on madness, surged through him.

Samuel was standing at the door, and he let out a long, drawn-out sigh.

…

"What's in the box that's so valuable that you had to get it?"

Inside the car, Crystal glanced curiously at the old wooden box Raymond was holding. The box looked worn and battered, with a tarnished copper lock hanging from it. It had rusted with age.

"Nothing much. Just some toys from my childhood," Raymond calmly replied.

"Don't treat me like an idiot," Crystal shot back as she rolled her eyes.

They drove out of the district and came to a stop once again at the side of the road.

"Why did we stop here?" Crystal asked.

"Are you still not done playing around?" Raymond furrowed his brows.

"Playing around? What do you mean?"

"I know that young ladies from wealthy families like you like to find others to amuse yourself with. I've been playing along with you for so long. Aren't you tired yet?"

"Why do you think I'm playing around?" Crystal grabbed the marriage certificate and waved it before him. "Do you think I'd get married to just anyone?"

Raymond froze. He couldn't figure out what she was after.

The two of them didn't know each other before this, and he wasn't arrogant enough to think she actually wanted to marry him.

"I don't know what you want from me. You might not be tired, but I am."

Having said that, Raymond grabbed the box and opened the car door to step out.

When Raymond turned around, Crystal's sad, lingering voice came from behind him. "Are you leaving me already? We just got married."

A few passersby gave him curious and disdainful looks, as if he were some scoundrel ready to abandon his new wife.

Raymond sighed and turned back, only to be met with Crystal's tearful eyes. She looked as if she were about to cry at any moment.

"Miss, what exactly is your game here? Dozens of couples get divorced at the courthouse every day, so why focus on me?"

Raymond felt a headache coming on.

Crystal didn't respond, but a glimmer flashed in her eyes. For a moment, her thoughts drifted back five years.

…

It was a winter day during her school holidays. She and a few classmates had been riding their bikes along the river. Suddenly, a car came speeding out of nowhere, hitting her and sending both her and her bike into the cold river.

Her classmates panicked, but none of them could swim. They watched in horror as Crystal sank deeper into the water.

Out of nowhere, a boy rushed over. Without hesitating, he dived into the icy waters to pull her out with all his strength.

But by then, she had already lost consciousness. She didn't even know the boy's name.

After she was discharged from the hospital, she searched everywhere for the boy who saved her life. But by the time she learned his name was Raymond Parker, he was already the Quinton family's son-in-law.

For the past three years, Crystal had been quietly keeping tabs on Raymond. She knew his days with the Quinton family weren't good.

Meanwhile, Crystal herself was thrust into a difficult situation. Her family pressured her into an arranged marriage with someone she despised, all for the sake of their interests.

She couldn't accept it.

After hearing that Raymond was going to divorce Yvette that day, she made a shocking decision…

She would give Raymond, as well as herself, a chance.

And so, the scene outside the courthouse unfolded.

…

As Raymond got back in the car, Crystal smiled through her tears. "Buckle up."

Under her guidance, Raymond drove into Sullivan Group's headquarters.

Once they parked, Crystal quickly ran into a nearby flower shop and bought a bouquet of bright red roses. Then, she returned to him and linked her arm with his without hesitation. She walked closely beside him as they headed toward the office building.

The scent of her perfume lingered in the air, and Raymond felt a rush of warmth as he sensed the softness of her body pressing close to him. For a moment, his heart stirred uncontrollably.

"Hello, Ms. Sullivan!"

"Greetings, Ms. Sullivan!"

As they entered the lobby, the employees greeted Crystal with respect. But their looks of surprise were impossible to hide.

Almost every pair of eyes turned to Raymond, silently wondering who this man was.

"Who would've thought the CEO would have a soft side…"

"Who is this guy? He's pretty handsome…"

"I've never heard that Ms. Sullivan had a boyfriend. Where did he come from?"

It wasn't until Crystal and Raymond entered the elevator that the tense atmosphere in the lobby finally relaxed. The employees stared at the elevator entrance for a long time, unable to calm down. To them, it felt like they had just learned a huge piece of gossip.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, "Oh my gosh!"

Dozens of stunned eyes immediately turned toward the person.

"Tomorrow is the wedding day of Ms. Sullivan and the Young family's son. Doesn't that mean… everything's ruined now?"

…

Raymond followed Crystal to the 17th floor, where the CEO's office was located.

Inside was a woman in her early 30s, dressed in a black suit with a commanding presence. She was already waiting.

"You're back, Ms. Sullivan."

As Crystal stepped into the room, her entire demeanor shifted. "Lily, close the door."

Lily Zimmerman quickly obeyed, shutting the door behind her.

Crystal then released Raymond's arm and handed the bouquet of roses to Lily. Raymond's gaze wandered around the office.

It certainly was what one would expect of a wealthy family's CEO's office, and the Sullivans were part of the Five Elite Families of Quester City to boot. The office was a vast 3,000 square feet, and it was decorated in a grand and luxurious style. The floor-to-ceiling windows were wide and bright, offering an expansive view.

There was also a massive desk and a large, leather executive chair. Everything in the room screamed power and authority.

"What's the situation?"

Crystal sat in the executive chair, immediately exuding the authority of a queen.

"Everything is fine. The forums in the city are buzzing with rumors about you and a man walking in together. They've even speculated that you two might have gotten married at the county clerk's office," Lily reported.

"However, the rumors online aren't so flattering. They're calling him a man kicked out by the Quinton family—a useless leech who tricks old people…"

Crystal glanced over at Raymond, who looked utterly confused, and gave a small nod. "Don't pay attention to any of that. His name is Raymond Parker. Give him the agreement."

"Yes, Ms. Sullivan."

Lily quickly retrieved a document from the desk and handed it to Raymond.

Since the moment he entered, Raymond had been utterly baffled. Now, he was even more curious about what exactly Crystal was up to.

He hesitated before taking the document from Lily's hand.

"What's this? A marriage agreement?" Raymond stared, wide-eyed.

"Mr. Parker, you don't actually think your marriage to Ms. Sullivan is real, do you?" Lily's voice was cold, carrying an air of superiority.

"I know it's fake. But since it's fake, why bother with all this trouble? I can give you the marriage certificate. Canceling it shouldn't be hard for you, right?"

Raymond tossed the marriage certificate on the desk. Having done that, he turned to leave.

"Wait!"

But just as he turned around, Crystal called out from behind him.

"Ms. Sullivan, I'm already playing along with your game. What else do you want?"

"I want you to sign the marriage agreement," Crystal said as she looked at him, her lips trembling slightly.

"Is there a point in that? Since it's fake, why go through this?" Raymond asked, looking completely confused.

"I need you to be my husband for a year."

After hearing Crystal's words, Raymond chuckled. "Ms. Sullivan, are you making fun of me because I just got divorced? Do you think I'm a joke, so you're pulling this prank on me?"

"I'm not joking. I'm serious," Crystal said, standing up. There was a hint of sincerity in her eyes. "I'm in trouble, and I need your help."

"Why should I help you?" Raymond asked calmly.

Then, as if a thought occurred to him, he looked down at himself and at the clothes he was holding in his hands. He placed the bags of clothes on the table and said, "I'll return these to you."

Crystal looked at him with a playful glint in her eyes. "I also bought the ones you're wearing. Take them off!"

Raymond froze.

Crystal had already thrown his old clothes in the trash. The outer layers were easy enough to remove, and he didn't mind walking around shirtless. But what about his pants and boxers?

Chapter 5

Raymond knew he was being played, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Crystal continued, "Besides, I helped you restore your reputation in front of your ex-wife. I even backed your ex-mother-in-law into a corner. So, can't you do me a small favor?"

Returning a favor for a favor?

Raymond was dumbfounded. This was the most blatant case of someone demanding payback he had ever encountered.

But she wasn't entirely wrong.

Because of her, the frustration he had expected to feel today had mostly disappeared. In fact, there was even a tiny sense of satisfaction.

"Fine. I'll help you. Consider it returning the favor. But at least tell me what you need help with first. And don't ask for anything too outrageous," Raymond said, finally giving in. He couldn't handle her pitiful look anymore.

Crystal smiled faintly and sat down slowly.

At this point, Lily chimed in, "First, you need to publicly acknowledge your marriage with Ms. Sullivan. Aside from the three of us, no one else can know about the agreement."

"No problem," Raymond agreed readily.

"Second, during this one-year agreement, you must stay by Ms. Sullivan's side at all times. No exceptions," Lily continued, clearly pleased with his quick response.

Raymond's face went blank.

"Got a problem with that?" Lily's gaze turned icy as she stared him down.

"Of course, I do. Am I supposed to follow her when she's showering or using the bathroom too?" Raymond said matter-of-factly. "That would be inappropriate… and bad for my eyes!"

Crystal's face flushed red, and she shot back, "Dream on!"

Lily shot him a glare before continuing, "Third, if anyone tries to bully Ms. Sullivan, you're responsible for protecting her like a proper husband should."

"I protest!" Raymond objected immediately.

"Protest? Are you even a man?" Lily said, her tone cold.

"She's not my real wife! Why should I have to protect her? What if I run into someone who doesn't value their life? Am I supposed to sacrifice mine?"

A trace of disdain flickered across Lily's face. "There are countless men out there who would gladly risk their lives to protect Ms. Sullivan, but they'll never get the chance. And here you are, scared out of your mind."

"Of course, I'm scared! I'm not a cat with nine lives. If I lose mine, that's it. Why wouldn't I be afraid?" Raymond retorted confidently.

"I won't make you sign this agreement for nothing," Crystal said. "During the agreement period, I'll pay you a salary of ten thousand dollars a month."

"Ten thousand?" Raymond rolled his eyes. "You think I'd risk my life for ten grand?"

Lily interjected, "Who said you'd have to risk your life? In Quester City, who would actually dare to lay a hand on Ms. Sullivan?"

"You can't be too sure! What if some mad dog comes along? Even getting bitten would hurt!" Raymond shot back.

Crystal gritted her teeth and said, "Fine. Fifteen thousand!"

"Twenty thousand!" Raymond shot back without hesitation, holding up two fingers.

Seeing Crystal hesitate, Raymond quickly added, "You're the CEO of Sullivan Group. Don't be so stingy. Besides, with my looks, 20 grand is a bargain!"

Crystal glared at him, her eyes sharp. "Me? Stingy? Who do you think bought the clothes you're wearing? You know how much those things cost, right?"

Raymond rubbed his nose, stubbornly insisting, "I didn't ask you to buy them, and let's be honest, this whole situation isn't just for my benefit..."

Crystal was so angry her chest heaved. "You—"

"Mr. Parker, don't push your luck!" Lily's tone was cold as she cut in, her icy glare piercing.

Did this guy think he was in a market, haggling over vegetables?

Crystal raised her hand in resignation and sighed. "Fine, 20 thousand."

Raymond broke into a wide grin, showing off his pearly whites as his eyes narrowed with glee. He needed to survive too. He couldn't be working for free.

"One more thing," Crystal added, recalling something important. "You'll have to live with me during the year."

Raymond froze. "Live together? Does that include… sharing a bed?"

"What are you thinking?" Crystal's expression darkened. "The place I live has multiple floors. We'll each take one floor."

"Good. Otherwise, 20 grand wouldn't cut it..."

Crystal's expression darkened even more. What did he think she was doing, raising a pampered puppy?

"I have bodyguards at home. Plus, Lily will also be living with us," Crystal added.

Raymond glanced at Lily. The cold glint in her eyes made him gulp hard.

This woman… She didn't look like someone to mess with. In his mind, he pictured the infamous image of a ruthless woman stabbing someone with needles, and he shuddered.

"Alright then..." he said reluctantly, finally agreeing as he signed the agreement. "Can I leave now?"

"Where are you going?" Crystal asked.

"I… need to head home and pack a few things."

"Home?" Crystal raised a brow. "Didn't the Quinton family kick you out?"

Raymond shot her a dry look. "Even a dog has a kennel, doesn't it? Surely, I can have a place to stay."

Crystal noticed Raymond's serious expression and raised an eyebrow. She stood, walked over to him, and suddenly looped her arm through his.

"I'll walk you down," she said softly, her voice as gentle as a lover's whisper.

Raymond's heart skipped a beat. Was this woman part of a theater troupe? With acting skills like that, she should be walking red carpets and collecting Oscars.

Crystal held onto Raymond's arm affectionately as they walked back into the lobby together.

"Take my car," she said sweetly. "And don't forget to pick me up after work, darling."

The entire lobby froze in shock.

The CEO—was she serious? This didn't match the usual image they had of her at all.

Raymond almost tripped over his own feet. If he hadn't already seen through her Oscar-worthy performance, he might've actually been moved.

Still, a car was a car, and he wasn't about to pass it up.

Hopping into the Ferrari, he sped toward the west side of the city, heading for the old district.

He arrived in front of an aging house, its appearance worn but filled with a quiet dignity. Standing there for a moment, he took a deep breath and pushed open the slightly ajar gate.

"I'm back, Helios," Raymond called as he stepped into the empty courtyard.

He pushed open the door of the house. A memorial plaque rested on a small table. The house was sparse, its furnishings simple but neat and clean. Not a speck of dust was visible. In front of the plaque, fresh flowers were carefully arranged, and a candle burned softly.

It was clear someone came here often to clean and make offerings.

Raymond walked over and lit another candle. Kneeling before the plaque, he clasped his hands together in a prayer.

"Helios, you told me back then that as long as I remained the Quinton family's son-in-law, I couldn't open the wooden box. Now that they've cast me out, I've come here specifically to open it in your presence."

Raymond's expression was solemn as he looked up. His eyes moved to the table, where an antique-looking key rested in front of the memorial plaque.

"I'm going to open the box now. Please watch over me and guide me to succeed in my training so that I won't let you down."

He took the key in his hand, carefully inserting it into the copper lock on the wooden chest. With a soft click, the lock gave way.

Inside the chest, a rolled-up sheepskin pouch rested in the center. Intricate patterns were embroidered on it, resembling a coiled dragon ready to take flight.

Unrolling the pouch revealed 18 long needles—nine gold and nine silver. On the body of each needle, the image of a dragon was faintly carved into the metal. It was so lifelike it seemed ready to take flight.

This was the set he had been longing for—the Ninefold 18 Needles.

After Helios passed, Raymond had assumed the needles had been buried with him. He never expected to find them here.

In the corner of the chest was a small, pitch-black box. There was also a blue, leather-bound book that radiated an ancient, mysterious air.

"The Ninefold Purity Technique!"

Raymond's eyes widened as he picked up the book. Though the cover bore cryptic and ancient words, he recognized them instantly and exclaimed with excitement.

Flipping through its pages, he found the text dense and complex, filled with profound meanings that weren't easy to grasp. Knowing it would take time to study, he carefully set the book down and turned his attention to the black box.

After a brief pause, he reached out and slowly opened it.

A rush of ancient energy seemed to wash over him.

Inside the box lay a black ring, its material unlike anything he had ever seen. It looked eerie and otherworldly, its surface dark and oddly textured.

As Raymond examined the ring, a low voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Put it on and you'll become the Ninefold Sovereign!"

Chapter 6

Raymond didn't flinch or turn around.

A man in his 50s with short graying hair stood to the side. He had a neatly trimmed beard and a stout build. His gaze was cold and fixed on Raymond.

"The Ninefold Sovereign?" Raymond blinked, his expression filled with doubt and confusion. "Frederick, what's going on? What's the Ninefold Sovereign?"

The man's name was Frederick Smith. He had once been Helios' loyal aide. After Helios' passing, he stayed behind to guard the manor here.

"That ring is the symbol of leadership for the Ninefold Enclave," Frederick explained. "In the martial world, the leader of the Ninefold Enclave is revered as the Ninefold Sovereign."

Raymond froze for a moment, startled. "The Ninefold Enclave? Are you saying Helios… was the leader of the Ninefold Enclave?"

Shock coursed through him. He had been with Helios since he was a child and had only ever known Helios' name. Never had he imagined Helios had such a significant identity.

Frederick walked over slowly and gave Raymond a deep bow. His voice was solemn as he said, "This was Lord Skye's final wish. Please put on the ring, Ninefold Sovereign."

Raymond hesitated, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. There were countless questions swirling in his mind, but he couldn't ignore his mentor's dying wish. Slowly, he slipped the ring onto the ring finger of his left hand.

Strangely enough, despite the ring's bulky and heavy appearance, it fit his finger perfectly. It was as if it had been made just for him. The moment it settled in place, faint golden light shimmered across its black surface, forming the shape of a coiled dragon.

Frederick suddenly dropped to one knee and respectfully said, "Congratulations, Ninefold Sovereign. From this moment on, you're the 17th leader of the Ninefold Enclave. I shall be your humble aide from now. Please command me as you will."

Raymond was taken aback. He quickly helped Frederick to his feet and asked, "Frederick, what kind of organization is the Ninefold Enclave, exactly?"

Frederick fell silent, his expression one of deep reverence and gravity.

After a long pause, he finally said in a low, steady voice, "The Ninefold Enclave is the pinnacle of all unique disciplines—medicine, martial arts, mysticism, philosophy, and magic. It encompasses everything, but only the Ninefold Enclave reigns supreme."

Raymond's mind buzzed with disbelief. He looked at the black ring on his finger, still in shock.

"So… Helios was that awesome?" Raymond muttered. "But why didn't anyone call him by his title—Ninefold Sovereign?"

Frederick's expression turned more serious. "The title of Ninefold Sovereign is known only to key figures within the Ninefold Enclave. Now that you've taken on the mantle of leadership, you must also keep your identity a secret. That is the enclave's rule!"

Raymond frowned. "It sounds so secretive… Is it because of enemies or something?"

It was no wonder that despite having such a powerful position, Helios had never mentioned it to Raymond. It turned out there were strict rules about keeping it secret.

Still, Helios didn't seem all that impressive over the years even though he was the Ninefold Sovereign. He was skilled in medicine and martial arts, but that was about it. There was nothing extraordinary about him.

The funniest part? Helios had given up his life just to change the Quinton family's fortune.

However, Frederick didn't answer Raymond's question. He simply stood silently at the side.

Suddenly, Raymond's eyes lit up as he asked hopefully, "Say, Frederick, does the enclave have a lot of money?"

Frederick blinked in surprise, then pointed to the wooden box. Inside the box was an envelope resting neatly in the corner.

The words on the front read: "To Raymond."

Raymond felt a surge of excitement. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he carefully picked up the envelope.

He opened it and began to read.

"Raymond, your connection with the Quinton family has ended after three years. Today, you'll inherit my legacy and take charge of the Ninefold Enclave…"

Raymond froze, startled by the opening lines.

So, Helios knew all along that he would only last three years with the Quinton family and then be kicked out.

"I know you have many questions. If you want answers, travel to Spirit Island on the 15th of August this year. Everything will be revealed there. Oh, and by the way, raising you was no small task, and it cost me a fortune. I had no choice but to borrow some money from the island's master to buy your baby formula. When you get there, make sure to pay back the debt for me."

Raymond rushed through the rest of the letter, only to feel his head grow heavy with disbelief as he read the final part.

"Wait… Not only do I not get any money, but I owe people money?"

He quickly checked the envelope and found a few folded slips of paper inside. Grabbing one at random, Raymond stared at the amount printed on it and nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Ten billion?"

Was that really just 'some money'?

The problem was that there were several slips of paper, and each one listed an amount that nearly broke Raymond's spirit.

"Seriously, Helios? You really know how to pull a fast one… What kind of baby formula costs over a hundred billion dollars?"

He clutched the debt notes in his hand, looking utterly defeated. With debts this massive, how was he supposed to pay them back?

Just as he was sinking into despair, a voice called urgently from outside the door.

"Excuse me, is the miracle doctor, Dr. Parker, at home?"

Frederick's expression stiffened slightly as he glanced toward the door. Raymond quickly locked the wooden box, picked it up, and walked outside.

At the gate stood a young woman, probably in her early 20s, peering anxiously into the courtyard. She wore a white dress that gave her a clean, youthful look, like a student. But her face betrayed her worry.

"Who are you? Why are you looking for me?" Ramond asked.

The moment the young woman saw Raymond, a flash of relief and excitement appeared in her eyes.

"Are you Dr. Parker?"

"That's the name I go by," Raymond replied calmly.

"Oh, my name is Tiffany Graham. My grandfather, Louis Graham, suddenly fell seriously ill, and my third uncle sent me to ask you to come help treat him..." Her words spilled out quickly, as if she couldn't stop herself.

Raymond raised an eyebrow and asked, "Your third uncle? Who's that?"

Tiffany smiled slightly, revealing a set of small but sharp teeth. "My third uncle is Zachary Graham. You know him, right?"

"Nope," Raymond said bluntly, shaking his head. He had treated so many people over the years, and there was no way he could remember all of them.

Tiffany froze for a moment, then said, "He's one of the commanders of Sinoma's regional garrison. He said you treated him before, so he sent me to find you…"

Raymond still shook his head, unimpressed. But then, the image of the mountain of debt flashed through his mind.

"Wait a minute," he asked suddenly. "Are you gonna pay for the treatment?"

Tiffany nodded quickly.

Raymond pretended to think it over and said, "Well, since you've come all the way here, I'll go with you."

Tiffany's face lit up. She rushed to her car, opened the door to a sleek Maserati, and beamed. "Please get in!"

As the car started moving, Raymond suddenly remembered something and asked, "What did you say your surname was?"

Tiffany blinked in surprise but patiently replied, "Graham. We're the Graham family from the east of Quester City. You should've heard of us, right?"

"I've never heard of you," Raymond said flatly.

Tiffany's expression faltered, her surprise turning to mild embarrassment. It wasn't unusual for someone not to know her uncle, but the Graham family? They were one of the Five Elite Families of Quester City!

Still, Tiffany kept her composure and said, "Well, now you have!"

…

As the car drove off, Frederick stood silently in the courtyard. He slowly pulled out his phone and made a call.

"My lord, he's put on the ring," Frederick said respectfully when the line connected.

"Oh? So, the Quinton family has finally kicked him out?" A weathered, elderly voice came through the receiver.

"Yes, just as you predicted—exactly three years and not a day more," Frederick replied, a flicker of admiration on his face.

"Good. Let him continue to experience the mortal world. Remember, don't let him know that I'm still alive. My affairs are not yet settled," the voice said.

Frederick hesitated before asking, "Then... should we still concern ourselves with the Quinton family?"

The person on the other end sighed softly. "I had him marry into the Quinton family to repay an old debt. He was reluctant from the start. Since the Quinton family no longer values him, it's their loss. Whether to get involved with them or not, let it be his choice."

Frederick hummed in acknowledgment. "I understand."

After a pause, he added, "By the way, over the years, he's come back almost daily to light a candle in front of your memorial plaque. Also, he frequently visits Mount Luminaire, as if searching for something…"

After a brief silence, the person on the other end said, "Let him be. Everything will happen when it's meant to. When the time is right, he'll learn what he needs to know."

Then, the person hung up.

Frederick stood staring at the now-closed courtyard gate, his eyes flashing with resolve. In a low voice, he muttered to himself, "The Ninefold Sovereign has returned. It's time to let the world know."

…

The car soon arrived at the gates of the Graham residence on the east side of the city.

"Dr. Parker, we're here," Tiffany called out.

When she glanced back, she saw Raymond fast asleep. He clutched the battered wooden box in his arms, a trail of drool falling from the corner of his mouth and dripping onto the seat.

Tiffany couldn't help but chuckle, and she walked over to gently shake him awake. Raymond blinked his sleepy eyes, looking around in confusion.

"What is it?"

Tiffany said, "We're here. Please come down."

"Already? I didn't even finish my dream..." Raymond groaned, stretching with a yawn. "Who's sick? Take me to see them."

Tiffany closed the car door and said urgently, "It's my grandfather. You have to help him... Please save him."

Raymond followed her into the house, but as soon as they entered, a mocking voice greeted them, "Oh, Tiffany, this must be the so-called miracle doctor you brought, huh?"

Tiffany impatiently said, "Step aside. This is Dr. Parker, whom Uncle Zachary recommended. He said Dr. Parker can save Grandpa…"

"He's a miracle doctor? Have you seen such a young one before? You'd go to any lengths to try and please Grandpa, huh?"

The person blocking their way was a young man in his mid-twenties, looking somewhat frail. He was the eldest son of the Graham family, Timothy Graham.

"Uncle Zachary recommended him! When he was injured, it was Dr. Parker who healed him!" Tiffany insisted, placing her trust in Zachary's judgment and arguing her point.

Timothy sneered, "That's not the same thing! Uncle Zachary was injured, and any doctor could have treated him. But Grandpa is gravely ill. Do you think some quack doctor can help him?"

Tiffany was taken aback. "Quack doctor?"

Timothy scoffed. "Calling him that is already being generous!"

She looked at Raymond in shock, but Raymond just smiled indifferently, unconcerned by the insult.

Seeing Raymond's lack of defense, Timothy thought he was embarrassed. With a proud smirk, he said, "My dad has already hired a real miracle doctor. He's inside treating Grandpa right now, and he's probably almost done."

Tiffany's expression changed. She quickly asked, "Who is it?"

"The director of Quester Central Hospital, Logan Lewis. He's known as the divine healer," Timothy said, clearly proud of himself.

Tiffany was stunned. "You actually managed to hire Dr. Lewis?"

"Exactly. So, this 'miracle doctor' should leave now! Our family may be wealthy, but we don't let just anyone come and take advantage of us!" Timothy finished with a smug look.

Tiffany glanced at Raymond, her face now clouded with uncertainty.

Raymond chuckled. "Logan Lewis? I'd be surprised if he could even help anyone."

Then, he looked at Tiffany and said, "Don't worry about it. I'll step outside for now. In a bit, someone will come begging for me to go back in!"

Chapter 7

"Nonsense!" Timothy shouted angrily. "If anyone invites you in today, I'll call you 'Boss' from now on! Do you think all of us Grahams are as easily fooled as Tiffany?"

Raymond smiled playfully and turned to leave. However, he didn't really leave but waited outside the front yard. If it had been anyone else, he would have walked away without a second thought. But Tiffany had been sincere from the start and clearly cared a lot for Louis.

Of course, the most important reason was that he still needed to make money to repay Helios' debt. So, he decided to stay.

Tiffany stomped her foot angrily when she saw Raymond leaving, "Timothy, what are you doing?"

She wanted to chase after him but hesitated as she was worried about Louis. After a moment, she stormed inside.

…

Inside the bedroom, the head of the Graham family, Owen Graham, was with a man in his 50s. He was performing acupuncture on Louis, who was lying on the bed.

Louis' face was ashen, and his eyes were tightly shut. He looked as though he was on the brink of death.

The acupuncturist was sweating and holding a long needle but hesitating to insert it. After a moment, he sighed and withdrew the needle, speaking apologetically, "Mr. Graham, I'm afraid I can't help your father. It's best to prepare for his final rites."

Though Owen was deeply disappointed, he had no choice but to accept the reality.

"Thank you, Dr. Lewis. I'll have someone send you a token of appreciation..."

Logan waved his hand and was about to refuse when Tiffany entered the room.

"Uncle Owen, how's Grandpa?" she asked.

"Tiffany... Don't be too upset. Your grandfather is very old now..." Owen sighed and shook his head.

"No, Grandpa will be fine. Didn't you invite Dr. Lewis from Quester Central Hospital? Can't he save Grandpa?"

Her face turned pale, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Ms. Graham, I'm truly sorry... I... am unable to help..." Logan said with a look of guilt.

"Uncle Zachary introduced someone named Dr. Parker, saying that my grandfather will definitely be saved if he helps... I've already invited him."

"Tiffany, I know how you feel about your grandfather, but Dr. Lewis has already told us to prepare for his passing..." Owen sighed deeply.

Logan's eyes suddenly brightened, and he asked, "Ms. Graham, did you just mention Dr. Parker?"

Tiffany paused, then nodded. "Yes, that's what Uncle Zachary calls him..."

"Could it be Dr. Parker from Ventguay Lane?" he asked, his excitement showing.

She was a bit confused but nodded. "Yes, he's from Ventguay Lane..."

"My goodness! If we manage to invite Dr. Parker here, your grandfather will definitely be saved," he said with fervor.

Owen was equally confused. Logan had just mentioned preparing for Louis' death, but now, there was hope again?

"Don't just stand there. If you've really invited Dr. Parker, where is he?" Logan urged anxiously.

Tiffany pointed to the door. "I did invite him, but Timothy drove him away..."

"Hurry up and invite him back!" He stomped his feet in frustration.

Owen then snapped out of his daze. "Tiffany, where is Dr. Parker? Take me to him!"

The three of them hurried out of the room. Timothy was still standing in the front yard, staring at the door.

"Dad, how's Grandpa?" he asked as they came out, quickly walking up to them.

"Hmph! I'll deal with you later!" Owen snorted, shoving him aside.

Outside the front yard, Raymond was lazily leaning against his Maserati, chewing on a blade of grass and staring at the sky, lost in thought.

"Dr. Parker..." Tiffany breathed a sigh of relief when she saw he was still there. She hurried over, patting her chest. "You're still here. You scared me to death!"

"What's wrong? Didn't you get him treated?" Raymond asked lazily.

Owen froze and stared at Raymond, suspiciously asking, "This is Dr. Parker? Are you sure?"

Logan ignored him and hurried to Raymond's side. "Dr. Parker, do you still remember me?" There was a hint of flattery in his voice.

"Oh, you're Dr. Lewis. I think I remember you..." Raymond casually glanced at him and answered indifferently.

Logan nearly jumped in excitement. "Yes, it's me..."

He turned to Owen, still somewhat confused, and said cautiously, "This gentleman's father is gravely ill. Dr. Parker, you must help him."

Though still doubtful about Raymond not looking the part of a miracle doctor, Owen could tell from Logan's respectful demeanor that he had to be extraordinary.

"Dr. Parker, please do whatever you can to save my father. The Graham family will pay whatever you ask, no matter the cost." He lowered his posture slightly, speaking earnestly.

"Is that so? I was just kicked out earlier. If I were to walk back in like that, wouldn't I lose my dignity?" Raymond's eyes gleamed as he spoke, his tone playful.

"Timothy!" Owen turned around, shouting at the man standing by the door.

"Come over and apologize to Dr. Parker!" He stared hard at Timothy, his tone stern.

"What miracle doctor can he be? Dad, don't be fooled. I know him. His name is Raymond Parker. He has a master named Helios Skye, and he's always doing fortune-telling, predicting the future, and calling himself a healer. He sets up a stall under the bridge, fooling old men and women. He's nothing but a quack!"

Timothy scoffed, his face full of disdain.

"You... Say one more word, and I'll break your legs!" Owen shouted in fury, kicking him harshly.

Though unwilling, Timothy could only grudgingly say, "Sorry."

"Didn't you say that if someone invites me in today, you'd call me 'Boss'?" Raymond said.

Owen glared at him.

Timothy's face turned ugly, but under Owen's stern gaze, he reluctantly muttered, "Boss."

Raymond grinned. "Alright. Let's go and check on the patient."

Upon entering the bedroom, he furrowed his brows.

Louis had deep-set eyes and dull skin. Lying on the bed, he was barely breathing.

If they delayed any further, it might be too late.

"Dr. Lewis, did you use the Heavenly 18 Needles Technique?" Raymond asked.

"Yes, but I didn't dare to use the last needle..." Logan replied.

"It's a good thing you didn't, or you would've harmed the patient," Raymond said lightly.

Logan broke out in a cold sweat, his face full of embarrassment.

The three members of the Graham family listened quietly from the side. Though their hearts were filled with shock, none of them dared to speak.

Raymond glanced at Logan with an air of indifference. He said calmly, "I recall warning you before that while the Heavenly 18 Needles Technique has remarkable effects on many complex ailments, it's far too aggressive.

"Weak patients often can't withstand it. I told you to use it with caution. It seems like you forgot about it."

Logan bowed his head, adopting a humble and teachable demeanor. Yet inwardly, he felt thoroughly embarrassed.

As the director of Quester Central Hospital and the holder of the prestigious title "divine healer", he was accustomed to facing difficult cases confidently and doing whatever it took to try and succeed.

"Yes... Dr. Parker, I'll remember your words of guidance..." he replied meekly, a far cry from the usually prideful man surrounded by admiration.

Initially worried and skeptical about Raymond's reputation, Owen saw Logan's submissive attitude and felt all doubts vanish completely.

Raymond slowly opened a wooden box, revealing a sheepskin wrap. Inside, 18 long needles gleamed as they caught the light.

Logan's gaze sharpened, his expression growing even more reverent.

Raymond picked up three golden needles with a deft hand. With a slight flick, a faint buzz rang out as the needles vibrated.

Then, with precision, he lifted the sheet covering Louis with his left hand while lowering his right hand to simultaneously insert the needles into Louis' body.

Then, he swept his hand over the needle tips...

Chapter 8

The entire process was smooth and seamless.

As the three golden needles vibrated intensely, Logan's eyes showed a look of surprise.

"The Draconic Breath Needle Technique! Amazing! I finally get to see this miraculous needle technique again!" he muttered to himself, extremely excited.

"Is this the lost needle technique you always mentioned?" Owen's eyes lit up, immediately filled with hope.

"Go get a basin," said Raymond calmly to Owen.

Owen quickly turned around and returned with a steel basin.

Raymond swiped his left hand ten minutes later, retracting the three golden needles. At the same time, he gently massaged the area where Louis' liver and gallbladder were with his right hand.

Invisible vital energy slowly entered Louis' body. He suddenly opened his eyes, turned abruptly, and vomited forcefully. A foul-smelling mixture filled half the basin, causing Logan to frown.

Tiffany had to cover her nose while Timothy gagged and hurriedly left the room.

Louis took three full minutes before taking a deep breath and sitting on the bed.

Tiffany hurriedly handed him a glass of water. After rinsing his mouth, Louis said, "I feel much better now..."

Tiffany's eyes were filled with tears, joy, and relief as she called out, "Grandpa..."

Owen grabbed one of Timothy's ears and pulled him inside, shouting, "Dad... Luckily, Tiffany brought Raymond, or else you..."

"I know. I heard everything." Louis nodded and looked at Raymond gratefully. "Thank you, Dr. Parker. If it weren't for you, I would've passed away."

"It's nothing. Just pay more attention to your diet in the future," Raymond said nonchalantly.

Hearing this, Owen's expression darkened. "What does that mean, Dr. Parker?"

"Mind what you eat. Mr. Graham Senior's illness was caused by eating something unclean, which accumulated in his liver and caused this condition. He's saved now and will be fine if he's careful. I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave."

"Dr. Parker, please wait!"

After finishing his words, Raymond was about to leave, but Owen hurriedly caught up and respectfully handed him a black bank card.

"There's 20 million in here as payment. If you need anything in the future, the Graham family will never refuse."

Raymond didn't hesitate and took the card. "Thank you."

"Timothy, see Dr. Parker off..." Owen turned to Timothy.

Timothy's lips twitched. He was clearly unwilling.

"I'll go," Tiffany said, stepping forward.

Owen nodded. "Alright. Make sure Dr. Parker is safe."

He then walked back into the room and kicked Timothy in the rear.

"Brat! If your actions today had delayed your grandfather's treatment, I would've killed you!"

Although Timothy was embarrassed, he dared not argue.

"Dr. Lewis, what's Raymond's background?" Louis suddenly asked from his bed.

"It's a long story..." Logan thought momentarily, then began, "His mentor is the renowned Helios Skye. Five years ago, I encountered a strange patient whom I couldn't cure despite trying everything.

"In desperation, I went to Ventguay Lane to find him. Unfortunately, he wasn't home, but his apprentice was there. I was in a hurry, so I asked his apprentice to try. To my surprise, this young man was truly remarkable! Not only did he easily cure the patient, but he also pointed out flaws in my acupuncture techniques..."

The more Louis listened, the more excited he became. He asked eagerly, "Do you know his name?"

"He's called Raymond Parker..." Timothy interrupted.

"You know him?" Louis looked at him in surprise.

Timothy sneered, "Of course, I know him. He's the useless son-in-law of the Quinton family, infamous in Quester City—"

"Brat!" Before he could finish his sentence, Owen kicked him in the rear again.

"It really is him. I don't know what Uncle Zachary thinks, saying he's a miracle doctor like Logan..." Timothy grumbled while rubbing his sore rear.

"Say that again and I'll kill you!" Owen shook his fist, causing Timothy to run out in a hurry.

Louis looked at Logan with some disappointment. "Dr. Lewis, is he really married?"

Logan nodded. "Yes, he's married. His wife is Yvette Quinton, the eldest daughter of the Quinton family."

"Alas... What a pity..." Louis sighed lightly, looking disappointed.

...

"Dr. Parker, I really appreciate you saving my grandfather. You're my benefactor. If you ever need anything, I will definitely help you."

Tiffany stopped the car at Ventguay Lane and turned to thank Raymond.

Raymond pushed open the car door, got out, and said, "You're welcome. The Graham family has already paid, so you owe me nothing."

Tiffany exited the car and smiled sweetly, "My grandfather's life is worth more than 20 million."

At that moment, a mocking voice came from behind. "Wow! Did you get yourself another girlfriend? Raymond, you're quite something!"

The two turned in surprise to see a Maserati pull up, and two young women stepped out at the next moment.

It was Yvette and her secretary, Gloria Wise.

Raymond's expression tightened as he turned to walk toward his Ferrari parked nearby.

"Raymond, don't you want to introduce me to this lady?" Yvette coldly stared at him and asked.

"I'm Tiffany Graham. And you are?" Tiffany, sensing the tension, spoke up first.

"Tiffany Graham?" Yvette walked over, sizing her up.

Earlier that morning, Raymond went to the county clerk's office with Crystal to get their marriage certificate. Less than half a day later, another woman, Tiffany, stood by his side.

Both were incredibly beautiful, even more impressive than her, making her feel inexplicably jealous.

"What are you doing here?" Raymond turned and asked casually.

"This is the only gift you gave me after three years of marriage. You said it was a family heirloom, so now, I'm returning it to you..."

Yvette's expression was cold as she handed him an emerald pendant.

"Looks like you're good at living off others. You just dropped one meal ticket and immediately grabbed another. I guess you were prepared, huh?" Gloria looked at Raymond with disdain.

"Why are you talking nonsense?" he replied calmly, but Tiffany was furious.

However, her baby-faced appearance made her look more cute than angry.

"Me? Talking nonsense? You just divorced Ms. Quinton and immediately hooked up with this young lady. Young lady, I advise you to open your eyes and not be fooled by his looks, or you'll regret it!" Gloria sneered as she got into the car.

"You... Explain yourself!" Tiffany shouted angrily, but Gloria was already driving away.

As Raymond watched the car leave, his frustration slowly faded away.

"Ms. Graham, I apologize for the scene earlier," he said with some embarrassment.

"The woman just now... is your ex-wife? You really just divorced?" She looked at him suspiciously, blinking her eyes.

"Yes, we got divorced this morning."

She looked surprised. "A man as outstanding as you, and she..."

"It's nothing. Ms. Graham, please head back now," Raymond said calmly.

"Leave your number so I can contact you more easily in the future," Tiffany thought for a moment and said.

He took out his phone. "What's your number? I'll call you."

She was a little stunned when she saw his old domestic phone.

She told him her number, and when her phone rang, she smiled and said, "Alright. Don't ignore my calls from now on."

With that, she got into the car and drove away.

Raymond sighed in relief and drove his Ferrari toward Sullivan Group's office building.