Griffith Squire heard this, curled his lips into a smile, and squinted his peach blossom eyes, pointing at himself to confirm again: "Marry into the family?" This proposal was quite interesting.

The old butler was a bit regretful as soon as he spoke; the young lady had not yet agreed to this matter. However, the Coldwell Family was already pressuring her.

If there’s no suitable excuse this year, the young lady will truly be forced to marry Zoe Kingston’s nephew, and then the inheritance left by the mistress will fall entirely into the hands of the Kingston Family.

We absolutely cannot let the young lady marry into the Kingston Family, or she will surely be tormented to death. The old butler thought for a bit and gritted his teeth, saying: "Our young lady saved your life, there’s no need to repay her for that. All you need to do is pretend to be our young lady’s fiancé, survive for three years, and that’s enough. If you agree, I’ll take you to see our young lady."

The old butler didn’t expect much from this man who was rescued randomly; it was now a case of using a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Griffith Squire saw the old butler’s tense appearance, even though he had made the proposal, he inspected Griffith as though he were a criminal, as if Griffith might devour their young lady. Griffith developed an inexplicable interest in the Coldwell young lady.

"Alright." The man nodded with a half-smile, saying, "But I need to change my clothes first. Did you find any documents on me when you found me?"

"Yes, sir. I’ve deposited your belongings in the hospital’s locker. I’ll go get them for you and bring over a set of clothes too." The old butler was relieved upon hearing Griffith’s agreement.

An hour later, Griffith changed into a suit, holding the transparent bag the old butler handed him. He looked through the documents inside and almost instantly determined that the passport was fake. After examining everything, only the bank card, keys, and the bullet extracted from his body seemed useful.

The man lowered his gaze thoughtfully, his long, jade-like fingers casually pinching the keys. A Swiss Bank vault? That’s naturally unmovable, and the card should have been issued under the passport name. However, having been missing for over two years, the card couldn’t be used now.

The car stopped in front of a small European-style house, and the old butler led Griffith inside, whispering, "Sir, please wait here for a moment, I’ll go inform the young lady."

Griffith nodded and sat on the sofa for a brief rest. His body was just recovering, and this series of activities wore him out. He saw the old butler go upstairs and soon return with a young, slender woman. The lady was extremely elegant and delicate, her complexion slightly pale due to years of staying indoors.

He squinted slightly, inexplicably feeling a sense of familiarity.

Aurora Coldwell came downstairs, seeing the young man sitting on the sofa, overly thin with sharp features, handsome, she paused slightly, not expecting him to be so attractive.

She turned to the butler, shook her head, and gestured: "The Coldwell Family is a place of right and wrong; I can’t harm innocent lives. I don’t need his help."

The old butler nearly teared up, saying, "Young lady, we can’t delay any longer. If we drag it out, you’ll be forced to marry George Kingston."

Zoe Kingston’s nephew George was notorious in Brocade City for being a playboy, having been with countless women. Relying on his aunt as the mistress of the Coldwell Family, no one knows how many shady things he’s done over the years, all resolved by the Coldwell Family. If the young lady married George, her life would be over.

"I would rather die than marry George Kingston, but I can’t drag innocent people into this." Aurora Coldwell firmly shook her head again.

Griffith Squire noticed her delicate frame and outstanding appearance and that she couldn’t speak, and he squinted, thinking his lifesaver seemed to have stumbled upon a great trouble, requiring him to protect her?

Seeing the old butler nearly on the brink of tears, Griffith smiled charmingly and said in a seductive tone, "Butler, let’s discuss the agreement, no need to pay a high fee, just take care of my living expenses during this time. Miss Coldwell saved my life, and naturally, I should repay her kindness by helping her through this predicament."

The old butler was overjoyed and looked at Griffith, promptly finding this seductive man more agreeable, intending to nod, but hesitated, remembering his severe injury, a gunshot wound.

Having a scheming mind typical of a warlord leader, Griffith glanced and instantly figured out the butler’s thoughts, smiling more gently, saying, "Butler, don’t worry about my identity. I have enemies in the Vatican, which doesn’t mean I have enemies at home. Under usual circumstances, people would be scared of the situation in the Coldwell Family; I’m good enough to help."

The old butler reconsidered and found it logical; no one was more suitable than this man now. Whoever heard of the young lady’s situation was scared off, yet this man not only wasn’t scared but primarily volunteered to help. Furthermore, his identity could be fabricated at will.

"Alright, let’s talk about the details of the agreement." The old butler steeled his heart and nodded.

Thus, the agreement was quickly formulated. The old butler, still cautious, planned to observe for a year. If they managed to deceive both the Coldwell and Kingston Families, and this man proved reliable, it wouldn’t be too late to sign the marriage agreement later. Initially, they devised a dating agreement.

Griffith flipped through the agreement’s details, his peach blossom eyes squinting with a half-smile; it was essentially pretending to be Aurora Coldwell’s boyfriend, discussing marriage, but he couldn’t harbor any improper thoughts towards her. The time limit was three years; afterward, if both parties agreed, additional agreements could be made.

The man looked at the Coldwell young lady, anxiously gesturing to the old butler to communicate, nodded, and smiled: "Let me introduce myself, Miss Coldwell, I am Griffith Squire, from now on, I am Miss Coldwell’s fiancé."

The man paused slightly as he said his name and soon came to terms with it.

Aurora Coldwell’s small, pink lips parted slightly, surprised at her random rescue’s man, just about to gesture shaking her head, when the man smiled charmingly, slowly saying: "Apologies, I don’t understand sign language or lip reading, so this matter is settled. I’ll help Miss Coldwell get through these three years, repaying her for saving my life."

The old butler nodded repeatedly on the side, saying: "Young lady, just three years, in these three years, you can find a suitable candidate, dragging three years is dragging three years."

Aurora Coldwell was silent for a moment, a trace of sorrow appearing between her brows. The Coldwell Family’s situation was complicated, and she couldn’t speak, her mother’s inheritance would eventually fall into her stepmother’s hands, why pull innocent people into this?

The former warlord leader, who once traversed both the underworld and legitimate world, feared by all, squinted slightly upon hearing this. Why were this master and servant pair so zen? Looking for a suitable candidate, dragging three years is dragging three years? Just charge forward!