In the elevator, Ryan sighed, running a hand through his hair.
He knew the woman was under the influence of a cruel aphrodisiac, one that would end her life if she didn't sleep with a man within the hour.
If there were any other way to save her, he would have done it already.
But that kind of sinister poison had no antidote.
"What the hel have I done? I came here to meet my fiancée, but before even meeting her, I've already slept with another woman. Maybe this is what they call a legendary bachelor party."
As Ryan walked out from the elevator into the lobby, it was around five in the morning.
The hotel was quiet, with only a few people scattered around.
Yet, as he crossed the lobby, a group of men in black—about forty of them—suddenly appeared, forming two lines and bowing deeply as he passed.
He glanced at them with little interest, his expression one of boredom as if this was something he was long tired of.
A middle-aged man stepped forward from the group, kneeling before him in a knight-like stance.
"I am Alex Caruso, at your service, Young Master," the man declared with reverence.
Ryan looked down at him. "Alex , do you know why I'm here in such simple clothes?"
"Young Master, please enlighten me," Alex responded, his head still bowed.
"I'm here incognito," Ryan explained. "And all this unnecessary fuss—are you trying to blow my cover so everyone knows who I truly am?"
"I apologize for my short-sightedness," Alex quickly stood, turning to the men behind him.
With a swift gesture, he signaled for them to disperse, and the line of men quickly melted away, leaving the lobby empty once more.
"Tell me what you're here for," Ryan said as he walked toward a nearby sofa.
Alex followed closely behind, like a faithful servant.
"Yes, Young Master," Alex responded promptly.
He reached into his coat and pulled out a small box.
Opening it, he revealed a black card with gold trim and a .235-carat diamond embedded in the center.
"This is the World First Royale Mastercard. With unlimited credit, just use it as you see fit."
Alfred humbly handed it to Ryan.
"This card also comes with a dedicated 24/7 concierge service that is highly personalized for you alone."
"You'll have access to a team that can fulfill almost any request, whether it's securing last-minute reservations at the finest restaurants, arranging private jet travel, or gaining entry to exclusive events."
"It connects you to the most secretive circles—no one will ever say no to you."
Ryan looked at the card without any interest.
Alex continued.
"I also arranged for the newest Sport car Bugatti La Voiture Noire, a one-of-a-kind model equipped with the latest artificial intelligence technology and self-driving capabilities."
"But since you are here incognito, I guess you won't like it, — so here is a villa in case you need to have a long stay."
Alex explained with caution.
Ryan nodded.
"Good to see you understood. I'll keep the card for emergencies, but you can hold onto all the other gifts you've prepared."
"Now, tell me what you want. Ryan said to him.
Young Master, my only daughter was born sick, and now it's worse."
Alex's eyes filled with sorrow, "Every day. I've seen every doctor, spent a fortune, tried everything—nothing helps. She's only getting worse. Please, help her. I'll do anything."
Ryan gazed at him calmly.
"I'll meet your daughter tomorrow."
Alex was stunned.
He hadn't expected His Highness would agree to lend a helping hand so easily.
He grabbed Ryan's hand, bowed in gratitude.
"Thank you, my lord!"
He whispered, his words heavy with all he felt.
Previously, Aled hadn't believed his luck when his leader mentioned Ryan's visit to America.
Alex wasn't entirely sure who Ryan was.
However, what he was certain was even his leader must kneel before Ryan!
If Ryan's was displeased, millions of lives could vanish.
But if he was satisfied, even the dying could live!
As the head of the Jacobs organization in America, Albert had heard the rumors.
About a high-ranking figure known as "God's Hand," the disciple of the Immortal Sage.
Even the dying could be healed by his touch.
So he had done everything to ensure Ryan would be satisfied.
"Young Master," Alex asked, "I heard you're on an important mission. Tell me how I can assist. In the states , nothing is beyond your reach. If you command right, even the government won't go left."
"I do indeed need your help," Ryan said.
He had three critical tasks ahead.
"Find someone for me."
"I don't have a name, just a nickname. They call him 'ko.' No picture either".
When he was younger, he had ended up on the streets in America, only to flee from danger.
The one with the nickname "ko" was the person who had helped him out.
He needed to find him, and to repay the kindness he had received.
"Your wish is my command," Alex obediently bowed
"Is that all?"
Alex nodded.
He had two other tasks here: one was to meet his fiancée, and the other was to uncover his origin.
However, for the former, there was no need for Alex's involvement.
Regarding the latter, it could only be addressed after finding ko.
"Young Master," Alex began cautiously,
"when a high-ranking Jacobs member visits, I'm supposed to organize a banquet, invite the city's elite, top businessmen, top actresses, politicians, and I have prepared…"
He watched Ryan's face as he explained.
But when he noticed a slight furrow in Ryan's brow, he quickly adjusted
"But since you're incognito, you'd prefer to skip the banquet, correct?"
Ryan nodded with a smile.
"I'll cancel it immediately, then," Alex responded immediate
"Always remember, no need for such a fuss," Ryan command.
Alex bowed in acknowledgement.
He clearly understood why Ryan needed to keep a low profile.
Ryan was a man with the title of "God's Hand."
Of the thousand patients he had ever touched, none remained uncured.
He was also the direct disciple of the Immortal Sage, who was said to be able to bring the dead back to life in the blink of an eye!
If Ryan revealed his identity, people around the world would surround him and not give him any peace.
Parting with Alex, Ryan stepped out and called a taxi, giving him an address.
His had to meet with his fiancée.