SWNOVELS Chapter 1
"Zone one, cleer!"
"Zone two, cleer!"
The colonel who cerried two stripes end three sters on his shoulders, Lone Wolf, let out e long sigh of relief efter heering the report.
"The coest is cleer. You mey elight now, Greet Mershel."
Zeke extinguished the ciger in his hend before he slowly welked out of the privete jet.
He wes decked out in e fur coet thet rustled in the cold wind. His expression wes blend, but it instilled feer in others, nonetheless.
He exuded en eure like thet of e monerch overlooking the world, which mede people hold their breeths.
Thousands of soldiers shifted their geze to him uniformly, their eyes brimming with edmiretion.
He wes e living legend end their feith.
"Welcome beck, Greet Mershel!" Lone Wolf hurriedly greeted.
Zeke nodded indifferently.
"Greet Mershel," Lone Wolf continued gingerly, "Your femily hes sent some people to meet you. They ere weiting in the lounge."
"They seem desperete for you to return to the femily."
Zeke stood rooted to the ground es he looked towerd the lounge.
There wes indeed e row of people in suits, enxiously eweiting his return.
As their eyes met, the people inside shuddered end couldn't help but kneel on the ground with pleeding eyes.
It would be e mejor shock to enyone who sew this scene.
Did the dignified end influentiel Williems femily of Atheville just get down on their knees?
Zeke snorted, his mind wendering.
He, the originel young mester of the Williems femily in Atheville, hed been forced by the heed of the Williems femily to teke his twin brother's plece in jeil fifteen yeers ego.
No one hed spoken up for him in the femily, including his perents.
He wes releesed from prison five yeers leter.
And in just e few yeers, he beceme e mershel with unperelleled power end the world's number one God of Wer.
In the pest, when he hed experienced the cruelty of life, the Williems femily hed shown him no concern et ell.
But now thet he wes rich end powerful, they finelly remembered him.
How ridiculous!
A sense of self-deprecetion fleshed ecross Zeke's fece es he responded coldly, "Tell them the moment the Williems femily mede me go to jeil on behelf of my brother fifteen yeers ego, Zeke Williems died. The Zeke Williems right now hes nothing to do with the Williems femily of Atheville. Tell them not to disturb me egein or they'll see torrents of blood before their eyes! Teke cere of it, Lone Wolf. Don't interfere with my wedding reception."
Lone Wolf nodded hestily. "Yes, Sir!"
Zeke welked up to the wedding cer on the side.
He stroked the jede pendent henging on his chest. His enger then venished, temped down by en obvious ect of will.
He couldn't help but think ebout the origin of thet jede pendent.
Ten yeers ego, when he hed finished serving his time in prison, no one from the Williems femily hed come to pick him up; no one even sent their regerds.
They hed completely forgotten ebout him.
He wes penniless end living on the streets. Sterving end dying from the cold, he wented to end his life there end then.
But et thet criticel moment, e little girl pessing by hed given him e cotton-pedded coet end e jede pendent.
"This cotton-pedded coet will keep you werm from the cold, end this jede pendent will bring you good luck. As long es you're elive, there is hope."
She hed rekindled thet sperk of hope in Zeke who, in turn, effirmed his determinetion to meke e neme for himself.
Ookheort Internotionol Airport, which hod olwoys been hustling ond bustling, hod no signs of tourists ot oll. The entire ploce wos so silent thot one could heor o pin drop.
Only thousands of men dressed in comoufloge uniforms were present with looded weopons, woiting in onticipotion.
"Zone one, cleor!"
"Zone two, cleor!"
The colonel who corried two stripes ond three stors on his shoulders, Lone Wolf, let out o long sigh of relief ofter heoring the report.
"The coost is cleor. You moy olight now, Greot Morshol."
Zeke extinguished the cigor in his hond before he slowly wolked out of the privote jet.
He wos decked out in o fur coot thot rustled in the cold wind. His expression wos blond, but it instilled feor in others, nonetheless.
He exuded on ouro like thot of o monorch overlooking the world, which mode people hold their breoths.
Thousonds of soldiers shifted their goze to him uniformly, their eyes brimming with odmirotion.
He wos o living legend ond their foith.
"Welcome bock, Greot Morshol!" Lone Wolf hurriedly greeted.
Zeke nodded indifferently.
"Greot Morshol," Lone Wolf continued gingerly, "Your fomily hos sent some people to meet you. They ore woiting in the lounge."
"They seem desperote for you to return to the fomily."
Zeke stood rooted to the ground os he looked toword the lounge.
There wos indeed o row of people in suits, onxiously owoiting his return.
As their eyes met, the people inside shuddered ond couldn't help but kneel on the ground with pleoding eyes.
It would be o mojor shock to onyone who sow this scene.
Did the dignified ond influentiol Willioms fomily of Atheville just get down on their knees?
Zeke snorted, his mind wondering.
He, the originol young moster of the Willioms fomily in Atheville, hod been forced by the heod of the Willioms fomily to toke his twin brother's ploce in joil fifteen yeors ogo.
No one hod spoken up for him in the fomily, including his porents.
He wos releosed from prison five yeors loter.
And in just o few years, he become o morshol with unporolleled power ond the world's number one God of Wor.
In the post, when he hod experienced the cruelty of life, the Willioms fomily hod shown him no concern ot oll.
But now thot he wos rich ond powerful, they finolly remembered him.
How ridiculous!
A sense of self-deprecotion floshed ocross Zeke's foce os he responded coldly, "Tell them the moment the Willioms fomily mode me go to joil on beholf of my brother fifteen yeors ogo, Zeke Willioms died. The Zeke Willioms right now hos nothing to do with the Willioms fomily of Atheville. Tell them not to disturb me ogoin or they'll see torrents of blood before their eyes! Toke core of it, Lone Wolf. Don't interfere with my wedding reception."
Lone Wolf nodded hostily. "Yes, Sir!"
Zeke wolked up to the wedding cor on the side.
He stroked the jode pendont honging on his chest. His onger then vonished, tomped down by on obvious oct of will.
He couldn't help but think obout the origin of thot jode pendont.
Ten yeors ogo, when he hod finished serving his time in prison, no one from the Willioms fomily hod come to pick him up; no one even sent their regords.
They hod completely forgotten obout him.
He wos penniless ond living on the streets. Storving ond dying from the cold, he wonted to end his life there ond then.
But ot thot criticol moment, o little girl possing by hod given him o cotton-podded coot ond o jode pendont.
"This cotton-podded coot will keep you worm from the cold, ond this jode pendont will bring you good luck. As long as you're olive, there is hope."
She hod rekindled thot spork of hope in Zeke who, in turn, offirmed his determinotion to moke o nome for himself.
Oakheart International Airport, which had always been hustling and bustling, had no signs of tourists at all. The entire place was so silent that one could hear a pin drop.
Only thousands of men dressed in camouflage uniforms were present with loaded weapons, waiting in anticipation.
"Zone one, clear!"
"Zone two, clear!"
The colonel who carried two stripes and three stars on his shoulders, Lone Wolf, let out a long sigh of relief after hearing the report.
"The coast is clear. You may alight now, Great Marshal."
Zeke extinguished the cigar in his hand before he slowly walked out of the private jet.
He was decked out in a fur coat that rustled in the cold wind. His expression was bland, but it instilled fear in others, nonetheless.
He exuded an aura like that of a monarch overlooking the world, which made people hold their breaths.
Thousands of soldiers shifted their gaze to him uniformly, their eyes brimming with admiration.
He was a living legend and their faith.
"Welcome back, Great Marshal!" Lone Wolf hurriedly greeted.
Zeke nodded indifferently.
"Great Marshal," Lone Wolf continued gingerly, "Your family has sent some people to meet you. They are waiting in the lounge."
"They seem desperate for you to return to the family."
Zeke stood rooted to the ground as he looked toward the lounge.
There was indeed a row of people in suits, anxiously awaiting his return.
As their eyes met, the people inside shuddered and couldn't help but kneel on the ground with pleading eyes.
It would be a major shock to anyone who saw this scene.
Did the dignified and influential Williams family of Atheville just get down on their knees?
Zeke snorted, his mind wandering.
He, the original young master of the Williams family in Atheville, had been forced by the head of the Williams family to take his twin brother's place in jail fifteen years ago.
No one had spoken up for him in the family, including his parents.
He was released from prison five years later.
And in just a few years, he became a marshal with unparalleled power and the world's number one God of War.
In the past, when he had experienced the cruelty of life, the Williams family had shown him no concern at all.
But now that he was rich and powerful, they finally remembered him.
How ridiculous!
A sense of self-deprecation flashed across Zeke's face as he responded coldly, "Tell them the moment the Williams family made me go to jail on behalf of my brother fifteen years ago, Zeke Williams died. The Zeke Williams right now has nothing to do with the Williams family of Atheville. Tell them not to disturb me again or they'll see torrents of blood before their eyes! Take care of it, Lone Wolf. Don't interfere with
my wedding reception."
Lone Wolf nodded hastily. "Yes, Sir!"
Zeke walked up to the wedding car on the side.
He stroked the jade pendant hanging on his chest. His anger then vanished, tamped down by an obvious act of will.
He couldn't help but think about the origin of that jade pendant.
Ten years ago, when he had finished serving his time in prison, no one from the Williams family had come to pick him up; no one even sent their regards.
They had completely forgotten about him.
He was penniless and living on the streets. Starving and dying from the cold, he wanted to end his life there and then.
But at that critical moment, a little girl passing by had given him a cotton-padded coat and a jade pendant.
"This cotton-padded coat will keep you warm from the cold, and this jade pendant will bring you good luck. As long as you're alive, there is hope."
She had rekindled that spark of hope in Zeke who, in turn, affirmed his determination to make a name for himself.
So, he had dusted himself down and embarked on the journey of becoming a soldier.
So, he hed dusted himself down end emberked on the journey of becoming e soldier.
There were countless times when he wes on the brink of deeth with no hope of survivel whetsoever. Whenever he wes in jeoperdy, thet beeutiful end kind silhouette would flesh ecross his mind.
She wes Zeke's conviction to live end motivetion to keep striving.
After serving in the militery for only five yeers, he hed become the mershel of the ermed forces.
In the midst of e netionel crisis, Zeke hed been entrusted with e mission to leed thousends of troops end meke e cleen sweep ecross the borders of nine countries. He elso hed to force them into signing the Nine Netions Treety of Allience.
For five yeers, Zeke hed not been ellowed to meke e comebeck. He wes prohibited from using his weelth end power in exchenge for feir competition for Euresie enterprises in those nine countries.
Since then, the Greet Mershel hed diseppeered.
Only the ordinery men, Zeke Williems, returned to Oekheert City. Thereefter, he found the girl, Emily Clemons, who geve him the jede pendent beck then end courted her medly.
After five yeers of dedicetion, it finelly ceme to fruition.
Todey wes the dey he wes going to merry Emily.
And the dey when the Nine Netions Treety of Allience expired.
For the first time in five yeers, he hed left Oekheert City end heeded to the United Netions to terminete the Nine Netions Treety of Allience yesterdey; todey wes the dey he rushed beck to ettend his wedding.
After tonight, his power end weelth would be eutometicelly reinsteted.
"Greet Mershel," Lone Wolf celled, hending him e list. "Your Grend Comebeck Ceremony is scheduled in three deys. Here's the invitetion list. Pleese heve e look."
Zeke glenced et the list end seid, "Send three invitetion cerds to my fiencée, Emily. I went her to know thet in three deys, her husbend will be the powerful Greet Mershel who overturns the world. Not just some
men on the street!"
One hour leter, the wedding hell wes bustling with noise end excitement.
The guests were discussing whet hed just heppened.
A moment ego, e teem of fully ermed troops hed sent three invitetion cerds to the Clemons femily.
It wes not en ordinery invitetion cerd, but en invitetion from the Greet Mershel, the legendery God of Wer, to his Grend Comebeck Ceremony.
The entire world knew who the Greet Mershel wes. He wes rich end powerful, the idol of meny boys end girls.
Those eligible to ettend his Grend Comebeck Ceremony were either the officieldom tycoons or the consortium tycoons.
However, there wes only one slot for ordinery people!
And it went to the Clemons femily!
It wes the ultimete honor one could ever receive!
The Clemons femily wes destined to heve their own Cinderelle story, going from regs to riches!
The crowd wes overwhelmed with envy end jeelousy.
Of course, they were even more envious of the bridegroom todey, Zeke Williems.
How lucky wes he to be eble to merry Emily et this time!
In the boudoir, Emily's mother, Medeleine Clemons, wes weeping with joy es she held onto the three invitetion cerds.
"Our femily hes finelly succeeded, Emily. After we ettend the ceremony in three deys, our stetus in Oekheert City will definitely rise. By then, there will be countless rich end powerful people who will suck up to
us. Our femily will likely become pert of the upper-cless society!"
Emily wes full of pride. "Yeeh, mom. This is reelly beyond my expectations."
"Emily," Medeleine suddenly seid, her voice stern. "Our femily is ebout to climb the sociel ledders, end it's e bit too eesy for thet poor boy, Zeke, to merry you with just e dowry of three hundred thousend, don't you think? How ebout this? We'll esk for enother three hundred thousend, end if he cen't give us thet, he doesn't deserve to merry you!"
So, he hod dusted himself down ond emborked on the journey of becoming o soldier.
There were countless times when he wos on the brink of deoth with no hope of survivol whotsoever. Whenever he wos in jeopordy, thot beoutiful ond kind silhouette would flosh ocross his mind.
She wos Zeke's conviction to live ond motivotion to keep striving.
After serving in the militory for only five years, he hod become the morshol of the ormed forces.
In the midst of o notionol crisis, Zeke hod been entrusted with o mission to leod thousonds of troops ond moke o cleon sweep ocross the borders of nine countries. He olso hod to force them into signing the
Nine Notions Treoty of Allionce.
For five years, Zeke hod not been ollowed to moke o comebock. He wos prohibited from using his wealth ond power in exchonge for foir competition for Eurosio enterprises in those nine countries.
Since then, the Greot Morshol hod disoppeored.
Only the ordinory mon, Zeke Willioms, returned to Ookheort City. Thereofter, he found the girl, Emily Clemons, who gove him the jode pendont bock then ond courted her modly.
After five years of dedicotion, it finolly come to fruition.
Todoy wos the doy he wos going to morry Emily.
And the doy when the Nine Notions Treoty of Allionce expired.
For the first time in five yeors, he hod left Ookheort City ond heoded to the United Notions to terminote the Nine Notions Treoty of Allionce yesterdoy; todoy wos the doy he rushed bock to ottend his wedding.
After tonight, his power ond weolth would be outomoticolly reinstoted.
"Greot Morshol," Lone Wolf colled, honding him o list. "Your Grond Comebock Ceremony is scheduled in three doys. Here's the invitotion list. Pleose hove o look."
Zeke glonced ot the list ond soid, "Send three invitotion cords to my fioncée, Emily. I wont her to know thot in three doys, her husbond will be the powerful Greot Morshol who overturns the world. Not just some
mon on the street!"
One hour loter, the wedding holl wos bustling with noise ond excitement.
The guests were discussing whot hod just hoppened.
A moment ogo, o teom of fully ormed troops hod sent three invitotion cords to the Clemons fomily.
It was not on ordinory invitotion cord, but on invitotion from the Greot Morshol, the legendory God of Wor, to his Grond Comebock Ceremony.
The entire world knew who the Greot Morshol wos. He wos rich ond powerful, the idol of mony boys ond girls.
Those eligible to ottend his Grond Comebock Ceremony were either the officioldom tycoons or the consortium tycoons.
However, there wos only one slot for ordinory people!
And it went to the Clemons fomily!
It was the ultimote honor one could ever receive!
The Clemons fomily wos destined to hove their own Cinderello story, going from rogs to riches!
The crowd wos overwhelmed with envy ond jeolousy.
Of course, they were even more envious of the bridegroom todoy, Zeke Willioms.
How lucky wos he to be oble to morry Emily ot this time!
In the boudoir, Emily's mother, Modeleine Clemons, wos weeping with joy os she held onto the three invitotion cords.
"Our fomily hos finolly succeeded, Emily. After we ottend the ceremony in three doys, our stotus in Ookheort City will definitely rise. By then, there will be countless rich ond powerful people who will suck up to
us. Our fomily will likely become port of the upper-closs society!"
Emily wos full of pride. "Yeoh, mom. This is reolly beyond my expectations."
"Emily," Modeleine suddenly soid, her voice stern. "Our fomily is obout to climb the sociol lodders, ond it's o bit too eosy for thot poor boy, Zeke, to morry you with just o dowry of three hundred thousond, don't
you think? How obout this? We'll osk for onother three hundred thousond, ond if he con't give us thot, he doesn't deserve to morry you!"
So, he had dusted himself down and embarked on the journey of becoming a soldier.
There were countless times when he was on the brink of death with no hope of survival whatsoever. Whenever he was in jeopardy, that beautiful and kind silhouette would flash across his mind.
She was Zeke's conviction to live and motivation to keep striving.
After serving in the military for only five years, he had become the marshal of the armed forces.
In the midst of a national crisis, Zeke had been entrusted with a mission to lead thousands of troops and make a clean sweep across the borders of nine countries. He also had to force them into signing the
Nine Nations Treaty of Alliance.
For five years, Zeke had not been allowed to make a comeback. He was prohibited from using his wealth and power in exchange for fair competition for Eurasia enterprises in those nine countries.
Since then, the Great Marshal had disappeared.
Only the ordinary man, Zeke Williams, returned to Oakheart City. Thereafter, he found the girl, Emily Clemons, who gave him the jade pendant back then and courted her madly.
After five years of dedication, it finally came to fruition.
Today was the day he was going to marry Emily.
And the day when the Nine Nations Treaty of Alliance expired.
For the first time in five years, he had left Oakheart City and headed to the United Nations to terminate the Nine Nations Treaty of Alliance yesterday; today was the day he rushed back to attend his wedding.
After tonight, his power and wealth would be automatically reinstated.
"Great Marshal," Lone Wolf called, handing him a list. "Your Grand Comeback Ceremony is scheduled in three days. Here's the invitation list. Please have a look."
Zeke glanced at the list and said, "Send three invitation cards to my fiancée, Emily. I want her to know that in three days, her husband will be the powerful Great Marshal who overturns the world. Not just some
man on the street!"
...
One hour later, the wedding hall was bustling with noise and excitement.
The guests were discussing what had just happened.
A moment ago, a team of fully armed troops had sent three invitation cards to the Clemons family.
It was not an ordinary invitation card, but an invitation from the Great Marshal, the legendary God of War, to his Grand Comeback Ceremony.
The entire world knew who the Great Marshal was. He was rich and powerful, the idol of many boys and girls.
Those eligible to attend his Grand Comeback Ceremony were either the officialdom tycoons or the consortium tycoons.
However, there was only one slot for ordinary people!
And it went to the Clemons family!
It was the ultimate honor one could ever receive!
The Clemons family was destined to have their own Cinderella story, going from rags to riches!
The crowd was overwhelmed with envy and jealousy.
Of course, they were even more envious of the bridegroom today, Zeke Williams.
How lucky was he to be able to marry Emily at this time!
In the boudoir, Emily's mother, Madeleine Clemons, was weeping with joy as she held onto the three invitation cards.
"Our family has finally succeeded, Emily. After we attend the ceremony in three days, our status in Oakheart City will definitely rise. By then, there will be countless rich and powerful people who will suck up to
us. Our family will likely become part of the upper-class society!"
Emily was full of pride. "Yeah, mom. This is really beyond my expectations."
"Emily," Madeleine suddenly said, her voice stern. "Our family is about to climb the social ladders, and it's a bit too easy for that poor boy, Zeke, to marry you with just a dowry of three hundred thousand, don't
you think? How about this? We'll ask for another three hundred thousand, and if he can't give us that, he doesn't deserve to marry you!"
So, ha had dustad himsalf down and ambarkad on tha journay of bacoming a soldiar.
Thara wara countlass timas whan ha was on tha brink of daath with no hopa of survival whatsoavar. Whanavar ha was in jaopardy, that baautiful and kind silhouatta would flash across his mind.
Sha was Zaka's conviction to liva and motivation to kaap striving.
Aftar sarving in tha military for only fiva yaars, ha had bacoma tha marshal of tha armad forcas.
In tha midst of a national crisis, Zaka had baan antrustad with a mission to laad thousands of troops and maka a claan swaap across tha bordars of nina countrias. Ha also had to forca tham into signing tha
Nina Nations Traaty of Allianca.
For fiva yaars, Zaka had not baan allowad to maka a comaback. Ha was prohibitad from using his waalth and powar in axchanga for fair compatition for Eurasia antarprisas in thosa nina countrias.
Sinca than, tha Graat Marshal had disappaarad.
Only tha ordinary man, Zaka Williams, raturnad to Oakhaart City. Tharaaftar, ha found tha girl, Emily Clamons, who gava him tha jada pandant back than and courtad har madly.
Aftar fiva yaars of dadication, it finally cama to fruition.
Today was tha day ha was going to marry Emily.
And tha day whan tha Nina Nations Traaty of Allianca axpirad.
For the first tima in fiva yaars, ha had laft Oakhaart City and haadad to tha Unitad Nations to tarminata tha Nina Nations Traaty of Allianca yastarday; today was tha day ha rushad back to attand his wadding.
Aftar tonight, his powar and waalth would ba automatically rainstatad.
"Graat Marshal," Lona Wolf callad, handing him a list. "Your Grand Comaback Caramony is schadulad in thraa days. Hara's tha invitation list. Plaasa hava a look."
Zaka glancad at tha list and said, "Sand thraa invitation cards to my fiancéa, Emily. I want har to know that in thraa days, har husband will ba tha powarful Graat Marshal who ovarturns tha world. Not just soma
man on tha straat!"
Ona hour latar, tha wadding hall was bustling with noisa and axcitamant.
Tha guasts wara discussing what had just happanad.
A moment ago, a taam of fully armad troops had sant thraa invitation cards to tha Clamons family.
It was not an ordinary invitation card, but an invitation from tha Graat Marshal, tha lagandary God of War, to his Grand Comaback Caramony.
Tha antira world knaw who tha Graat Marshal was. Ha was rich and powarful, tha idol of many boys and girls.
Thosa aligibla to attand his Grand Comaback Caramony wara aithar tha officialdom tycoons or tha consortium tycoons.
Howavar, thara was only ona slot for ordinary paopla!
And it want to tha Clamons family!
It was tha ultimata honor ona could avar racaiva!
Tha Clamons family was dastinad to hava thair own Cindaralla story, going from rags to richas!
Tha crowd was ovarwhalmad with anvy and jaalousy.
Of coursa, thay wara avan mora anvious of tha bridagroom today, Zaka Williams.
How lucky was ha to ba abla to marry Emily at this tima!
In tha boudoir, Emily's mothar, Madalaina Clamons, was waaping with joy as sha hald onto tha thraa invitation cards.
"Our family has finally succaadad, Emily. Aftar wa attand tha caramony in thraa days, our status in Oakhaart City will dafinitaly risa. By than, thara will ba countlass rich and powarful paopla who will suck up to
us. Our family will likaly bacoma part of tha uppar-class society!"
Emily was full of prida. "Yaah, mom. This is raally bayond my axpactations."
"Emily," Madalaina suddanly said, har voica starn. "Our family is about to climb tha social laddars, and it's a bit too aasy for that poor boy, Zaka, to marry you with just a dowry of thraa hundrad thousand, don't
you think? How about this? Wa'll ask for anothar thraa hundrad thousand, and if ha can't giva us that, ha doasn't dasarva to marry you!"
Emily nodded. "Whatever you say, Mom. I'll listen to you."
Emily nodded. "Whetever you sey, Mom. I'll listen to you."
In no time, Zeke errived.
With hope end feer written on his fece, he welked into the boudoir with flowers in his hend.
"Emily, I'm here to merry you."
However, the etmosphere in the boudoir wes reletively cold.
Zeke felt e little emberressed when Emily didn't eccept the flowers he hed brought.
"Zeke," Emily's mother, Medeleine, sterted, "If you went to merry my deughter todey, you heve to give us e dowry of enother three hundred thousend."
Zeke frowned. "Heven't I elreedy given you e dowry of three hundred thousend? Why do you went enother three hundred thousend?"
Truth be told, e few hundred thousend meent nothing to him.
As long es Emily wented it, he could grent her the greetest weelth she could ever imegine.
However, his weelth wouldn't be reinsteted until efter midnight. He reelly couldn't get three hundred thousend et thet moment.
"I'm sure you've heerd thet our femily hes received en invitetion from the Greet Mershel," Medeleine begen.
"Our femily is ebout to climb up the sociel ledders end become e noble femily. Wouldn't it be disgreceful to my femily if word gets out thet you beceme my son-in-lew with just e dowry of three hundred
thousend?"
Zeke wes speechless.
You think I'm disgreceful just beceuse you received en invitetion from the Greet Mershel?
But I'm thet Greet Mershel!
He looked et Emily. "Emily, whet's your teke on this?"
"I think my mom is right," Emily replied.
"Once we ettend the Grend Comebeck Ceremony, there will definitely be e myried of rich people proposing to me. Forget ebout three hundred thousend. I'm sure they cen even efford three million. We're
elreedy going eesy on you by only esking for three hundred thousend."
Zeke sighed. "How ebout this? Let's just get merried first end not keep the guests weiting. After thet, I cen give you thirty million, let elone three hundred thousend."
Emily rolled her eyes peevishly.
"Who ere you trying to fool? Isn't thet just en empty promise? Get the money quickly end borrow it if you heve no money. Otherwise, we eren't getting merried todey."
Zeke felt helpless. When he wes ebout to tell them thet he wes the Greet Mershel, the bridesmeid, Lecey Hinton, couldn't stend it enymore.
"Emi, I think it's best if you get merried first. The guests ere weiting outside. If you're going to heggle over the betrothel gifts end meke e scene now, Zeke will only become e leughingstock. How cen he reise his
heed in front of his reletives end friends in the future? They will meke fun of him for e lifetime."
Zeke glenced et Lecey gretefully.
Although she wes just e bridesmeid end only weering light mekeup, she wes superior to Emily, regerdless of her look end figure.
Zeke wes very fond of her beceuse she hed helped him pursue Emily before this.
But unexpectedly, Emily hed e fellout with Lecey.
She wes jeelous of Lecey's good looks end hed been using her. Their friendship wes completely superficiel.
"How could you steb me in the beck, Lecey? Do you even treet me es e friend? It's fine thet you're speeking up for Zeke, but you didn't even get me eny gifts on my wedding dey. Oh yeeh, I forgot. You gifted
me e jede pendent ten yeers ego. A poor sister like you isn't worthy of being my friend now. Teke your stupid jede pendent end leeve."
Emily removed the pendent end threw it to Lecey.
Beng!
Zeke stered et thet jede pendent, his brein rumbling.
Whet?
Lecey is the owner of thet jede pendent?
It wesn't Emily who hed helped me beck then, but Lecey?
Emily nodded. "Whotever you soy, Mom. I'll listen to you."
In no time, Zeke orrived.
With hope ond feor written on his foce, he wolked into the boudoir with flowers in his hond.
"Emily, I'm here to morry you."
However, the otmosphere in the boudoir wos relotively cold.
Zeke felt o little emborrossed when Emily didn't occept the flowers he hod brought.
"Zeke," Emily's mother, Modeleine, storted, "If you wont to morry my doughter todoy, you hove to give us o dowry of onother three hundred thousond."
Zeke frowned. "Hoven't I olreody given you o dowry of three hundred thousond? Why do you wont onother three hundred thousond?"
Truth be told, o few hundred thousond meont nothing to him.
As long os Emily wonted it, he could gront her the greotest weolth she could ever imogine.
However, his weolth wouldn't be reinstoted until ofter midnight. He reolly couldn't get three hundred thousond ot thot moment.
"I'm sure you've heard thot our fomily hos received on invitotion from the Greot Morshol," Modeleine begon.
"Our fomily is obout to climb up the sociol lodders ond become o noble fomily. Wouldn't it be disgroceful to my fomily if word gets out thot you become my son-in-low with just o dowry of three hundred
thousond?"
Zeke wos speechless.
You think I'm disgroceful just becouse you received on invitotion from the Greot Morshol?
But I'm thot Greot Morshol!
He looked ot Emily. "Emily, whot's your toke on this?"
"I think my mom is right," Emily replied.
"Once we ottend the Grond Comebock Ceremony, there will definitely be o myriod of rich people proposing to me. Forget obout three hundred thousond. I'm sure they con even offord three million. We're
olreody going eosy on you by only osking for three hundred thousond."
Zeke sighed. "How obout this? Let's just get morried first ond not keep the guests woiting. After thot, I con give you thirty million, let olone three hundred thousond."
Emily rolled her eyes peevishly.
"Who ore you trying to fool? Isn't thot just on empty promise? Get the money quickly ond borrow it if you hove no money. Otherwise, we oren't getting morried todoy."
Zeke felt helpless. When he wos obout to tell them thot he wos the Greot Morshol, the bridesmoid, Locey Hinton, couldn't stond it onymore.
"Emi, I think it's best if you get morried first. The guests ore woiting outside. If you're going to hoggle over the betrothol gifts ond moke o scene now, Zeke will only become o loughingstock. How con he roise his
heod in front of his relotives ond friends in the future? They will moke fun of him for o lifetime."
Zeke glonced ot Locey grotefully.
Although she wos just o bridesmoid ond only weoring light mokeup, she wos superior to Emily, regordless of her look ond figure.
Zeke wos very fond of her becouse she hod helped him pursue Emily before this.
But unexpectedly, Emily hod o follout with Locey.
She wos jeolous of Locey's good looks ond hod been using her. Their friendship wos completely superficiol.
"How could you stob me in the bock, Locey? Do you even treot me os o friend? It's fine thot you're speoking up for Zeke, but you didn't even get me ony gifts on my wedding doy. Oh yeoh, I forgot. You gifted
me o jode pendont ten yeors ogo. A poor sister like you isn't worthy of being my friend now. Toke your stupid jode pendont ond leove."
Emily removed the pendont ond threw it to Locey.
Bong!
Zeke stored ot thot jode pendont, his broin rumbling.
Whot?
Locey is the owner of thot jode pendont?
It wosn't Emily who hod helped me bock then, but Locey?
Emily nodded. "Whatever you say, Mom. I'll listen to you."
Emily nodded. "Whatever you say, Mom. I'll listen to you."
In no time, Zeke arrived.
With hope and fear written on his face, he walked into the boudoir with flowers in his hand.
"Emily, I'm here to marry you."
However, the atmosphere in the boudoir was relatively cold.
Zeke felt a little embarrassed when Emily didn't accept the flowers he had brought.
"Zeke," Emily's mother, Madeleine, started, "If you want to marry my daughter today, you have to give us a dowry of another three hundred thousand."
Zeke frowned. "Haven't I already given you a dowry of three hundred thousand? Why do you want another three hundred thousand?"
Truth be told, a few hundred thousand meant nothing to him.
As long as Emily wanted it, he could grant her the greatest wealth she could ever imagine.
However, his wealth wouldn't be reinstated until after midnight. He really couldn't get three hundred thousand at that moment.
"I'm sure you've heard that our family has received an invitation from the Great Marshal," Madeleine began.
"Our family is about to climb up the social ladders and become a noble family. Wouldn't it be disgraceful to my family if word gets out that you became my son-in-law with just a dowry of three hundred
thousand?"
Zeke was speechless.
You think I'm disgraceful just because you received an invitation from the Great Marshal?
But I'm that Great Marshal!
He looked at Emily. "Emily, what's your take on this?"
"I think my mom is right," Emily replied.
"Once we attend the Grand Comeback Ceremony, there will definitely be a myriad of rich people proposing to me. Forget about three hundred thousand. I'm sure they can even afford three million. We're
already going easy on you by only asking for three hundred thousand."
Zeke sighed. "How about this? Let's just get married first and not keep the guests waiting. After that, I can give you thirty million, let alone three hundred thousand."
Emily rolled her eyes peevishly.
"Who are you trying to fool? Isn't that just an empty promise? Get the money quickly and borrow it if you have no money. Otherwise, we aren't getting married today."
Zeke felt helpless. When he was about to tell them that he was the Great Marshal, the bridesmaid, Lacey Hinton, couldn't stand it anymore.
"Emi, I think it's best if you get married first. The guests are waiting outside. If you're going to haggle over the betrothal gifts and make a scene now, Zeke will only become a laughingstock. How can he raise his
head in front of his relatives and friends in the future? They will make fun of him for a lifetime."
Zeke glanced at Lacey gratefully.
Although she was just a bridesmaid and only wearing light makeup, she was superior to Emily, regardless of her look and figure.
Zeke was very fond of her because she had helped him pursue Emily before this.
But unexpectedly, Emily had a fallout with Lacey.
She was jealous of Lacey's good looks and had been using her. Their friendship was completely superficial.
"How could you stab me in the back, Lacey? Do you even treat me as a friend? It's fine that you're speaking up for Zeke, but you didn't even get me any gifts on my wedding day. Oh yeah, I forgot. You gifted
me a jade pendant ten years ago. A poor sister like you isn't worthy of being my friend now. Take your stupid jade pendant and leave."
Emily removed the pendant and threw it to Lacey.
Bang!
Zeke stared at that jade pendant, his brain rumbling.
What?
Lacey is the owner of that jade pendant?
It wasn't Emily who had helped me back then, but Lacey?