Everyone turned to the entrance.


    They watched as a man with silver–colored hair and a sneer on his face slowly walked over.


    He was apanied by four Mystique Loyalty Realm experts and eight Profound Reality Realm


    experts.


    That alone was to cause everyone to take a sharp intake of breath.


    Arthur smiled as he walked alongside Yelzog.


    A gorgeous–looking woman in her 20s walked on Yelzog’s other side.


    She had on a white–colored gown, and both her features and figure were exquisite. Her exposed


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    shoulders illustrated just how fair and smooth her skin was.


    Her eyes had a haughty look in them.


    Nearly everyone stared at the woman, who was so beautiful she looked like she had just stepped out of


    a painting.


    Some had even begun drooling.


    Garrett was one of those people.


    “Why aren’t you asking her for her number?” the skinny man from before asked nervously.


    “Why would I want to do that? That’s Rose nco, the daughter of the king of Eastjon. Her dad is


    known for being extremely protective of his daughter, and you’d have to be a perfect man to


    be his son–inw!” Garrett said frustratedly.


    A mncholic look settled across his features as he said, “My body wouldn’t be the size it is now


    if I hadn’t been diagnosed with a mysterious illness when I was eight. I could’ve been the Eastjon king’s


    son–inw if it weren’t for that!”


    “Hahaha… you’re right!”


    The skinny man nodded along, a mocking look appearing in his eyes.


    There were so many wonderful men out there.


    Garrett would never have been a match for the Eastjon king’s daughter even if he had not fallen ill.


    Harold smiled as he headed forward and sped his hands together. “Forgive me for not meeting


    you at the entrance, Your Majesty. Please do not take my impudence to heart!”


    The Eastjon king sped his hands together as well, “You’re too kind, Mr. Freeman!”


    Harold smiled as he turned to the woman standing beside Yelzog. “Your daughter has grown up so


    much. I remember she was still a student thest time I visited Eastjon!”


    Yelzog smiled a slight smile as he said, “Indeed, the years have gone by in a sh. Rose, say


    hello to Mr. Freeman.”


    Rose nco smiled prettily. “Hello, Mr. Freeman!”


    Harold beamed. “Hello, hello. You’ve grown so much, Rose. Do you have a partner yet?”


    Excitement washed over Arthur when he heard that.


    Was his grandfather attempting to set them up?


    Yelzog nced at Arthur, a half–smile appearing on his face as he said, “My daughter does not have a


    partner yet, but I recall hearing that the Freeman family heir is ted for marriage soon!”


    The smile on Arthur’s face froze momentarily, but he quickly exined, “That’s just a marriage that my


    father set up without consulting me beforehand.


    “I’ve been traveling for the past few years and had no idea about it. The Borley family will be attending


    today’s ceremony as well, and I n to call off the marriage!”


    Yelzog turned to Rose, a doting look in his eyes as he asked, “What do you think of Arthur,


    Rose?”


    Rose blushed slightly. “I don’t mind exchanging numbers to get to know him a little better!”


    Arthur was already 35 this year, but since he was an extremely talented martial artist who had


    managed to achieve the Profound Reality Realm more than ten years ago, he did not look a day


    past 25.


    Just two days prior, her father had told her that Arthur was one of the most powerful martial


    artists in the world.


    How many martial artists who had achieved the Profound Reality Realm while still being in their 30s


    could one find in the whole of Drakonia?


    She was the daughter of the king of Eastjon. Only the best of the best would be a good fit for her.


    Arthur smiled as he took his phone out and exchanged numbers with Rose.


    Harold and Yelzog beamed.


    Just then, amotion could be heard.


    Everyone turned and watched as a man wearing a flowery shirt, gold chains, and a pair of sunsses


    walked in with over 20 bodyguards d in ck. A cigar dangled from his lips. He was also


    apanied by four Mystique Loyalty Realm experts dressed in well–pressed suits.


    Isadora, who was walking beside the man, blushed furiously when she felt everyone’s gazes on


    them. “Dad, can I sit by myself?”


    If she could, she would have already dug herself a hole and crawled into it.