Chapter 8: Scheme Part 1

Although he was still somewhat skeptical, Enzo couldn’t help considering Evan’s words.

’Could it really be like that?’

He wanted to look up some information about it, but he had already reached the first floor.

The dining room was separated from the living room by a glass wall and was connected directly to the kitchen.

Enzo was stunned when he arrived.

Every plate on the table was filled with lobster.

"Mom, where did you get all this?" he asked his mother, who was arranging the plates on the dining table.

"There’s a basement underneath the kitchen. It’s extremely cold and stocked with all kinds of fresh food," Lisa replied.

"Really?"

Enzo hadn’t expected the villa to have not only incredible facilities but also such an enormous supply of food.

"By the way, where’s Dad?" he asked when he didn’t see his father.

"There’s a river behind the villa, and your father went fishing there. He said he needed some peace and quiet."

Enzo: "..."

"Enzo, wasn’t Evan the one who called you? Where is he?"

"He went back to his room," Enzo replied.

After waiting for a while, the boy still hadn’t come.

Enzo couldn’t be bothered to wait for him.

His stomach was already growling after smelling the food on the table.

It had been a long time since he’d last eaten lobster, and this was clearly much better quality.

He dug in enthusiastically because it was truly delicious.

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Somewhere in City Z, inside a luxurious hotel, four men were sitting together in a VIP room.

One of them was Bastian Stanley.

Two of the others looked older than him.

The oldest was bald, with scars running across his cheek and neck.

His cold eyes were intimidating enough to make anyone feel pressured.

He was Alexander Stanley, the eldest among the Stanley siblings.

In fact, he was more than qualified to become the head of the family.

Unfortunately, his younger sister, Miya Stanley, was a true anomaly, surpassing him in strength despite being much younger.

Beside him sat a well-groomed middle-aged man who looked somewhat similar to Bastian, except he wasn’t wearing glasses.

Compared to Bastian, however, he radiated a much more formidable aura.

He was the second brother, Owen Stanley.

Bastian Stanley was the third brother.

And the fourth brother, Aaron Stanley, couldn’t quite be considered middle-aged yet.

He was only thirty-seven and had slightly messy, curly hair.

The four men surrounded a table.

On the table was a photograph of a young man with white hair.

"This young man is named Enzo Muller. He comes from an ordinary background. He’s currently studying at the University of City Z Warrior. He was initially considered a genius because of his extraordinary physical development. He possesses extremely high-quality genetics.

"However, his soul is suspected to be weak, or perhaps even defective, causing him to fail to absorb Spiritual Energy while all of his classmates have already succeeded.

"Before the rumors started spreading, Mr. Joe went to the university to meet him, so there’s a good chance he’s the man we’re looking for.

"And he’s even in the same class as Bastian’s son, Liam."

Aaron spoke as he explained the information.

He was an expert in intelligence gathering and had personally investigated the matter.

In City Z, which was essentially his territory, it was almost impossible for anything to remain hidden from him.

"Really?"

Bastian was extremely surprised.

"He’s that young? Miya wants to marry a man this young? What is she thinking? Couldn’t she have chosen someone closer to her own age?"

"She chose him based on her personal preferences as a woman. And since this young man has excellent genetics, their descendants should naturally inherit those qualities."

Aaron explained his opinion before looking at their eldest brother, Alexander.

"Big bro, what are you going to do?" he asked.

"Miya has finally decided to get married. In my opinion, this isn’t simply because she wants a romantic life. She’s been alone for so long that I doubt loneliness bothers her anymore.

"I think she wants descendants of her own to inherit leadership of the family."

Although Aaron was the one who had investigated everything, he remained relatively neutral.

His own interests wouldn’t be affected.

At most, he found it amusing that their family head had chosen such a young husband.

In his opinion, the ideal candidate would at least be a man who had proven himself within the mortal elite—someone highly successful in business or politics.

After all, the Stanley Family needed people like that.

If Miya chose a powerful man on her own level instead, he would actually be worried.

It would be like inviting a lion into their own home.

Everyone would feel threatened.

There was only one problem.

Alexander clearly objected to Miya having children and eventually passing leadership of the family down to her descendants.

To him, it was almost like a slap in the face.

He had already been preparing his own son to inherit the position.

"Big bro, don’t be too reckless. If you want to do something, plan it carefully..." Owen, the second brother, advised.

They were all much closer to Alexander than they were to Miya, who was arrogant and often looked down on them.

She had humiliated and belittled them more times than they could count.

"Our second brother is right..." Bastian agreed.

"If the marriage fails, I’m worried Miya will take out her anger on all of us."

"Big bro, I’ll always be ready to help you. But in my opinion, it’s better to use a more subtle approach," Aaron said.

Although this marriage wasn’t a problem for him, he still offered the idea because of his close relationship with his big bro. And the latter would usually return the favor whenever he was helped.

He would gladly help him in exchange for a reward.

After all, his big bro was also a Lord of Earth. He could do or obtain things that were beyond the reach of the Giants.

"Oh? A subtle approach? What do you have in mind?" Alexander asked.

He was nearly fifty years old.

Until now, he remained calm.

Ever since he was young, he had been taught never to act impulsively under any circumstances.

"This can’t be rushed..."

Aaron smiled.

"Besides, it won’t be easy for Miya to get pregnant. So we have plenty of time.

"All we have to do is make Miya herself kick that boy out.

"Of course, it would be great if she got bored of him within a few days, but I don’t think that’s likely. She’ll probably enjoy spending time with her new toy.

"However, what if this boy does something unforgivable—something no woman could ever forgive?"

"A twenty-two-year-old boy, hahaha... That’s the age when it’s hardest to resist temptation."

"..."