Griffith Squire stayed in the European-style small house that night, and the old butler fabricated his new identity that night: holder of dual master’s degrees, a Chinese Italian, with parents who were local wealthy merchants, traveling all year round with no fixed residence.

"This Italian couple does exist, and they travel frequently. Even if someone intends to investigate, it is impossible to find them within a short period. Hence, as long as Mr. Squire maintains this disguise, he won’t be exposed for three to five years." The old butler said with a smile.

Griffith Squire nodded, disguising as an elite is simple.

"I’ll leave you to rest then. In about half a month, it’s New Year’s Eve. This year, Miss Aurora Coldwell will return to Brocade City for a visit. We hope you can remember all her preferences within these half months." The old butler handed over the prepared materials to Griffith Squire.

"Butler Zhao, could you please tell me if Aurora Coldwell was born mute or became mute later?" Griffith Squire asked, as the old butler mentioned returning to Brocade City, he immediately wore a bitter expression. It was clear that returning would surely be a storm. Logically, Aurora lived in a decent place, presumably from a wealthy background. Why would she live alone in Italy, accompanied only by a fifty-year-old butler?

The old butler sighed lowly and said, "Miss Coldwell lost her ability to speak due to an accident five years ago. Since Mr. Squire agreed to be her fiancé, you should know something about her past."

Griffith Squire nodded, soon learning about the Coldwell family’s situation from the old butler. The Coldwell family was a prominent local family in Brocade City. Aurora Coldwell’s mother passed away early, and her father remarried his then-secretary Zoe Kingston, who gave birth to the second Miss, Brooke Coldwell.

Five years ago, Aurora Coldwell lost her ability to speak due to an accident. Her fiancé, Michael Seymour, broke off their engagement and got engaged to Brooke Coldwell. Aurora was then exiled to Italy. Her stepmother now covets her mother’s inheritance, using the excuse of Aurora’s inability to speak to persuade her biological father to have Aurora marry her nephew, George Kingston.

Griffith Squire sorted out these relationships. His fiancée has her first love, who is engaged to her sister, and she is to marry her stepmother’s nephew?

What kind of messed-up situation is this? Are there no other people in Brocade City, just the Coldwell, Kingston, and Seymour families?

"Butler Zhao, what is the current situation in Brocade City?" Griffith Squire, who never fought unprepared battles, squinted his almond-shaped eyes and asked.

"Brocade City is located in the south. The only eminent local families are the Coldwell and Seymour families, and the Kingston family rose by leveraging the Coldwell family’s influence," the old butler said.

Griffith Squire immediately understood and smiled, "Alright, I got it. I will undertake physical recovery these half-months, leave for a half-month, and see you in Brocade City in a fortnight."

The man said that and then shut the door to sleep.

The old butler was taken aback and suddenly felt that this person might be somewhat unreliable.

The next morning, Griffith Squire left the European-style small villa. Since he decided to repay the life-saving favor, he had to clarify some things in these half-months.

Griffith Squire entered Switzerland using his previous fake passport, then went to a Swiss Bank, opened a safe, and found his real passport from a pile of passports, checked the latest model of guns, US Dollars, and a pile of bank cards corresponding to each passport, and smiled squinting his eyes.

Half a month later, Brocade City.

With the New Year approaching, Brocade City was filled with the atmosphere of celebration. This border fortress was far from the Emperor, with significant military importance, making Brocade City quite a unique existence.

In these half-months, Griffith Squire conducted various training daily, striving to restore his muscle sensitivity to its former state, and investigated the current situation in well-known domestic and international black markets. Unsurprisingly, he saw his name prominently on bounty lists, along with Leah’s name.

Leah should be his sister. The man’s lips curved into a smile, repay the favor first, then find his sister.

When arriving in Brocade City, it was already the twenty-fifth of the twelfth lunar month. The New Year was just around the corner. Griffith Squire had previously called Butler Zhao and learned that Aurora Coldwell would return to Brocade City on the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, he was relieved, and having arranged the time, he then felt carefree as he went to wander in Brocade City’s black market.

Imperial City

Leah and Richard Shaw returned to the Imperial City on the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, as the Shaw Family had the tradition of ancestor worship on the day of the Little New Year. The morning flight arrived in the Imperial City, and Suzuki picked them up, driving straight to the Shaw Mansion.

It was Leah’s first time visiting the Shaw Mansion, concealed among verdant and towering trees was the retro old mansion. The front of the mansion had a green stone wall, with the words "Shaw Mansion" written in vigorous and powerful regular script, nothing extra.

When the black Hummer stopped before the Shaw Mansion, the Shaw family matriarch was waiting at the door supported by Sister Zhao, with Casimir Shaw who had grown taller, but was ruthlessly sent for training at the Military District by his father, standing beside her.

Seeing the car, even before seeing the person, the matriarch’s eyes brimmed with tears, a total of six years plus two years, altogether eight years had passed. Her Crystal Landon left at just twenty; now after not seeing her for eight years, the matriarch felt her old bones were about to collapse from waiting.

These years, her grandson was willing to go to Switzerland for leg treatment, even claiming he would soon be able to walk; he even hinted about Leah. The matriarch was so delighted she stayed awake several nights.

Upon learning her grandson was finally about to bring someone home for the New Year, she asked no less than a hundred times since early morning, even causing Casimir Shaw to feel irritated, running around in the yard, muttering to himself, sometimes talking to the green turtle, sometimes talking to the newly raised Ragdoll cat.

Leah was somewhat nervous coming to the Shaw Mansion. The man sat in the back seat, reached out to hold her hand, smiling graciously, "Don’t worry, grandma will certainly like you."

Leah glared at him with her clear and bright almond-shaped eyes. Is this considered meeting the family? She honestly hadn’t thought much about it; perhaps due to spending these two years in Switzerland with him, mutually caring for each other, even if she didn’t mind dating him, meeting the family and marrying was something she instinctively resisted.

All she did was nod to accompany him to the Imperial City once, which evolved into the current situation. Leah felt slightly annoyed inside; she had long vowed not to marry until there was news of Griffith Squire.

Seeing her sulk expression, Richard Shaw felt somewhat anxious. He had witnessed Leah’s temperament; carefree during normal times, but fiercely resolute in face of matters.

The man’s tea-colored eyes deepened slightly, he softly said, "Leah, don’t be angry. Grandma is old, and I’ve been quite unfilial these years. Now, I merely wish to make her happy; as for other matters, I’ve always known that I don’t deserve you. If one day you grow tired of me and leave me, I would bear no resentment, it’s my excessive desire."

Originally Leah had maintained a stern face, seeing him, a once-formidable Major General, during leg treatment in Switzerland, where even Swiss authorities came monthly, yet the man remained indifferent, coldly stern and stable, but before her he was so cautious. Leah sighed lightly, thinking this man probably figured out she responds to gentleness, not force, hence always employing this trick.