Somewhere in the Sirius Continent...

The Sirius Continent was the biggest continent in the world.

Its overall land area was as big as the combination of the Cygni Continent and the Aldebaran Continent into a single landmass.

Three major powers held control over the political structure of the continent.

The first one was the Ashford Clan.

The second was the Stallard Clan.

And last but not the least was the Central Government.

The Headquarters of the Central Government was located at the heart of the continent, and the forces under its command surpassed both the Ashford Clan and the Stallard Clan combined.

But aside from these three, there was one more family with significant power-undoubtedly, they were one of the Ten Prestigious Families.

It was none other than the Osborn Family.

They ruled vast swaths of land, and their Capital City was called Freedom City.

The Monarch of the Central Government, Lawrence Seaton, had a close relationship with the Osborn Family.

Their relationship made the two Monarch Clans not dare to find trouble for them, allowing the Osborns to live peacefully in the Sirius Continent.

Lawrence's little sister was married to the Heir of the Osborn Clan, but it wasn't a political wedding.

It was a wedding out of love, which was very rare among the members of the Prestigious Families.

Unfortunately, due to his responsibility, the Heir of the Osborn Family was forced to take another wife from the family who supported them even before they became one of the Prestigious Families of Pangea.

Fortunately, the two madams got along really well, so there was no tension between the family.

Somewhere in Freedom City...

A handsome young man with long blonde hair tied behind his back walked while humming a tune.

Everyone in Freedom City recognized him for his distinct features.

Not only was he very handsome, but his eyes were also as red as rubies, making him stand out from the rest of the younger generation of the Osborn Family.

His name was Vincent Osborn.

The number one playboy in the Osborn Family!

"Grandma Mary, how many times should I tell you to not overwork yourself?" Vincent asked with concern as he helped the old lady carry the heavy basket that was filled with vegetables. "Why don't you ask your grandsons to help you carry this stuff? Do you perhaps want to take the chance of seeing me walk these streets?

"Aiya. If only you were fifty years younger, I would definitely make you feel like you're on cloud nine."

The old lady giggled as she lovingly wrapped her arms around the young man who had just turned sixteen this year.

"Don't speak such nonsense whenever you're with me," Grandma Mary nagged, but she wasn't able to hide the smile on her lips. "Have you heard what people are calling you behind your back? They're calling you Vincent the Lady Killer.

"And what's wrong with that?" Vincent replied. "Even if they're a baby, a little girl, a young lady, a woman, or an old lady, as long as they belong to the fairer sex, I, Vincent, will always be there to make them happy."

"See? That's the problem." Grandma Mary sighed. "Your range is very wide."

"Grandma, let me get this straight," Vincent replied with a devilish smile on his face. "I only like girls. I don't like men."

"Hah... what are we going to do with you?"

"Just accept it. I won't change the way I am."

The young man suddenly saw another young lady walking toward them, which made him smile.

"Vicky, can I ask you a favor?" Vincent asked.

"... Are you going to ask me again for a kiss?" Vicky, who was two years older than Vincent, asked in a guarded tone.

"No, but since you mentioned this, how about I ask you two favors instead of one?" Vincent grinned.

Vicky clicked her tongue before presenting her cheek to Vincent, which the latter kissed without holding back.

"Now that the first favor is done, I'll ask the second one," Vincent said in a serious tone. "Can you help Grandma Mary carry this basket? There's somewhere else I need to go, and I'm running short on time."

"Short on time?" Vicky sneered. "All you need to do is hail a cab or car. Who would reject taking young Master Vincent to the place where he needs to go?"

"Aish. Why are you like this?" Vincent shook his head helplessly. "I don't like taking advantage of others."

"Uh-huh. Then why are you asking me this favor if you don't want to take advantage of others?"

"It's because you're Vicky, duh! If I can't rely on you then who am I going to rely on?"

Vicky smirked. "Well, you can rely on that girl over there, that sales lady over there, or that beautiful woman, who's been sneaking glances at you since she spotted you walking here in the street. In fact, everyone here would help you if you wished for it. Am I right, Grandma

Mary?"

"Right." Grandma Mary nodded. "Our Vincent is just too lovable."

Vincent chuckled before handing the basket over to Vicky.

A moment later, a red car stopped before them, and two ladies called out to Vincent with seductive looks on their faces.

"Young Master, thank you for the other day," a pretty lady with dark-brown hair said. "You rocked my world."

"I'll rock your world anytime," Vincent replied. "But not now. I need to go to Freedom Park."

"Freedom Park?" The pretty lady suddenly realized something and made a gesture for Vincent to come inside her car. "Since you made me feel good last time, I'll drop you off to

return the favor."

"Really?" Vincent asked with a smile.

"Really." The pretty girl nodded. "Come in."

"Grandma Mary, Vicky, I'll see you later," Vincent said before kissing the back of Grandma

Mary's hand.

He then hugged Vicky and planted another kiss on her cheek before walking toward the car in a carefree manner.

"Tsk! This guy really knows how to mooch on us girls," Vicky said hatefully, but she couldn't stop the corner of her lips from rising into a smile.

"Well, the Young Master's charisma is hard to resist," Grandma Mary commented. "All the girls in Freedom City treat him as their boyfriend, and he treats them all like he is their

boyfriend.

"If someone dares to harm Master Vincent, the entirety of Freedom City will make them their

public enemy number one."

Vicky nodded in agreement because this was indeed the case.

If anyone really hurt Vincent, they would have to face the wrath of countless Wanderers.

Even the Heirs of the Ashford Clan and the Stallard Clan didn't dare to touch a strand of Vincent's hair because they knew that he was someone whom they couldn't afford to mess

with.