Chapter 3: Unimaginable

"Mom, it’s like this..." Enzo tried to explain. "There’s a wealthy older woman who wants to make me her husband because she likes my appearance and needs my genetics to continue her bloodline... Don’t worry, she’s not that old. She’s only thirty-five. I don’t have a problem with it. She can help me with my problems."

"Boy, are you willing to become a rich woman’s sugar baby?" Paul’s eyes widened.

"Dad, what kind of nonsense are you talking about? We’re getting married. I’m not becoming her kept man."

"What’s the difference? This isn’t a real marriage. Do you want to throw away your dignity? And who knows? You might end up becoming her plaything."

"Dad, she could wipe us out without us even realizing it. If she wanted to make me her plaything, she could easily kidnap me, whether secretly or openly. No one would be able to stop her."

Just how powerful were the Stanley Family and Lady Stanley?

It was something a small family like theirs couldn’t even begin to imagine.

In fact, the Stanley Family could probably wipe out this entire slum, and no one would dare hold them accountable.

With that kind of power, why would Lady Stanley bother arranging a marriage with them?

That was precisely why Enzo believed her.

Paul fell silent after hearing his son’s words.

At first, he had assumed it was merely some wealthy woman with strange and perverse tastes.

It wasn’t surprising for Enzo to become the target of such a woman. After all, he was undeniably attractive.

But if what Enzo said was true—if this woman really had the power to erase them from existence—then the situation was completely different.

"Enzo, who is this woman you’re talking about?" Lisa asked.

"Mom, it’s Lady Stanley..."

"Lady Stanley?"

The three of them were utterly stunned.

"Bro, you haven’t been smoking weed, have you?" Evan asked.

"Evan, do you want to get beaten?"

Enzo became annoyed.

His emotions were naturally all over the place. This was simply too much to take in.

"Dad, Mom, I’m not crazy. The person I just called was the Head Butler of the Stanley Residence. He met me at the university and told me about this in front of the Dean."

After saying that, Enzo sighed and walked toward the stairs.

He climbed to the second floor before continuing up to the third floor, where his room was located.

His room contained a small bed, clothes scattered across the floor because he didn’t even have a wardrobe, and a tiny old-fashioned television.

After sitting down on his bed, he finally began to calm down.

Then he pinched his own arm, wondering whether he was simply dreaming in a deep sleep.

It really hurt.

RING!

His phone suddenly rang.

An incoming video call appeared from an unknown number.

There was no name or profile picture.

Enzo couldn’t have been more surprised.

He immediately became tense.

"Could it be Lady Stanley?"

Despite the countless thoughts racing through his mind, he didn’t dare delay answering the call.

He swiped the green button upward.

The screen changed, revealing a beautiful woman with pale white skin and dark purple hair. She was wearing a black blouse.

She appeared to be sitting on a sofa, and behind it stood a massive dragon-head sculpture.

Enzo’s eyes didn’t blink as he stared at her cold, beautiful face.

She was unbelievably beautiful and seemingly flawless, with a sharp chin and thin lips painted a deep red.

’Is she Lady Stanley?’

Unlike most famous figures, there were no photographs of Lady Stanley circulating publicly.

Only those who had met her in person knew what she looked like.

Judging by her appearance, she didn’t look like a woman in her thirties at all.

She looked to be in her late twenties, perhaps around twenty-seven.

Yet she possessed a mature aura, along with a gaze that seemed accustomed to being obeyed.

A faint smile appeared on her otherwise cold face.

"What is it that you want to ask?"

Her voice carried an unmistakable chill and aura of dominance, even though she spoke in a friendly tone.

"Greetings, Lady..."

Enzo unconsciously straightened himself and bowed slightly.

"Hmm? What are you doing?"

The woman looked somewhat puzzled.

"You’ll be my life partner after we get married. There’s no need to act so formally."

Her words shocked Enzo even more.

’How am I supposed to act normally in front of this woman?’

Just looking at her through a screen was enough for him to feel the pressure emanating from her strength.

A Lord of Earth.

They stood far above Spiritual Warriors.

Even the title Giant was no longer enough to describe how powerful someone at this level was.

"Just think of me as your girlfriend for now. A girlfriend you’re about to marry."

The woman spoke again.

She seemed to be deliberately trying to ease Enzo’s fear.

"You’re really serious about making me your husband?"

Enzo finally managed to speak, and that was the only question he could think of.

"Do you think I’m joking?"

The woman gave him an amused smile.

"Would I need to joke around with a young man like you? I understand that this is difficult to believe. But for me, I’m free to choose my own husband however I wish.

"And to me, it’s simply a matter of choosing. There is no one qualified to arrange a marriage for me.

"If I don’t choose myself, do you really think some destined love will suddenly appear?"

"A powerful woman like you needs a husband too."

Enzo said it unconsciously after hearing her explanation.

Of course, someone like Miya Stanley probably had little chance of finding some destined love.

It wasn’t just because of her age or strength. The same applied to most heirs of powerful clans.

Their lives were different.

They usually married through arrangements made by their families.

Perhaps Miya had been so extraordinary in her youth that her family had given her complete freedom.

Even so, her life had always been heavily focused on pursuing greater strength.

"Hey, do you think I’m some living stone?"

The woman raised an eyebrow.

"I’m a normal woman with normal desires. Naturally, I need a partner. Not just to have children, but someone to share my home and my bed with."

"If I weren’t normal, I could just drag Mr. Joe into my bedroom."

Enzo didn’t know whether he should laugh or cry after hearing that.

Despite her cold appearance, this woman could actually joke around.

"I’d be honored to know that I’m your type," Enzo said, feeling a little more relaxed.

"You are handsome in my eyes. Your height and weight are also ideal for me.

"I know you’re the type of person who focuses entirely on pursuing your goals, regardless of how tired you become. You also have the courage to stand by what you believe in.

"I like all of that."

Her praise made Enzo feel embarrassed, and he became nervous again.

"All right. I know we can’t become close that quickly. I’ve prepared some small gifts for your family. They should arrive within a few hours."

After saying that, the woman ended the call.

Enzo exhaled heavily.

A woman that beautiful, that extraordinary, and that powerful...

She was going to become his wife.

’What good deed did my father do in his past life for me, his son, to be this lucky?’