Originally, everyone thought that the Young Master of the Osborn Family was born with some sort of Charm Ability, something the ladies hated.

However, after multiple tests, they found out that Vincent didn't possess that kind of ability.

Many ladies had debated why they found him irresistible, and in the end, they only came to one conclusion.

Vincent Osborn was someone who didn't hold back in loving people, so they couldn't help but love him back.

Of course, this love wasn't only the romantic type of love.

Brotherly love, puppy love, and all kinds of love.

Because of this, he gained the title of Number One Playboy of Freedom City.

Although his title may seem derogatory to others, Vincent didn't mind, and his family didn't mind either.

His charisma was off the charts.

Even though he didn't like men, it didn't change the fact that he could befriend anyone without problems.

Some even asked him the secret of how to be as suave and charismatic as him.

Vincent's answer was simple.

"Dream as if the world has no limits.

Love as if your heart knows no fear.

Laugh as if the moment will last forever,

And live as if every day is a gift."

Vincent lived his life following this concept, and he loved everyone without fear.

Some even said that because he loved the world, the world also loved him back.

As to whether this was true or not, one thing was clear.

Vincent had never had problems getting along with the fairer sex, regardless of their age, circumstances, or background.

A few minutes later, the red car finally stopped at the entrance of the park.

"Thank you for the ride," Vincent said before holding the pretty lady's hand and kissing the back of her hand. "Next time we spend some time together, I'll make sure to return the favor."

"I look forward to it, Young Master," the pretty lady replied before pinching Vincent's cheeks lightly. "Take care, Vincent. Know that you are the treasure of Freedom City."

Vincent only smiled before leaving the car.

He then walked to the center of the park, where several people were setting up booths for the Freedom Festival.

The moment he appeared, the faces of the ladies brightened.

"Vincent, have you come to help this Auntie set up her stall?"

"Big Brother, are you going to play with us?"

"Young Master, I've just finished cooking some dishes that I plan to sell later. How about you give it a taste to see if it's good or not?"

The young man was immediately swarmed by the ladies, but he stood his ground and even spread his arms wide hugging them all.

"Okay, since Auntie asked me first, I'll help her set up her stall," Vincent stated. "After that, I'll taste your cooking young lady. Little girl, want to join me for lunch later? After we eat, we can play together."

The young man then made similar promises to the girls around him, making sure that he only dealt with those that he could handle.

Although he wanted to help them all, he was only one man. How could he possibly do everything by himself?

A few hours later...

Wiping the sweat off his face with a hand towel passed to him by one of the ladies he had helped, Vincent gazed at the stall that he had just helped construct.

Only after a minute of mindless staring did he realize that the sun had already set on the horizon, and the skies were tinged with the beautiful colors of orange and purple.

"You've been working hard since earlier, Vincent," a young lady with shoulder-length blonde hair said. "Here. I brought you some Cola Cola."

"Thank you," Vincent accepted the soda can and opened it in a casual manner.

However, a carbonated spray erupted from the can, hitting his face and making the young lady giggle.

Instead of being angry, Vincent laughed out loud because it was clear to him that he had just been pranked.

"You naughty little thing," Vincent said as he wiped his face with the hand towel. "I'll make sure to punish you later."

"... That doesn't sound so bad," the young lady blushed.

Vincent drank half of the soda before taking off his wet shirt without a care in the world.

Suddenly, a collective gasp spread in the surroundings as all the ladies looked at his drop- dead gorgeous body, which made them all blush.

"I'll help you wash your clothes, Vincent," the Auntie whom Vincent had helped earlier, took the shirt off his hand and hurriedly walked away.

The other ladies looked at the Auntie with envious gazes.

All of them were thinking about the same thing.

'I should have taken the initiative to take his shirt earlier!'

Unfortunately, it was too late for regret, so they only did what they could do, and that was to

use their handkerchiefs to wipe Vincent's body!

The young man suddenly found himself surrounded from all sides, feeling countless

handkerchiefs wiping his body.

Some were even daring and wiped his pants, emboldening the other ladies.

Helpless to do anything, Vincent did the only thing he could do, and that was to drink the

remainder of his Cola Cola, letting everyone wipe him dry.

As if coming to an agreement, all the ladies reluctantly took a step back a minute later and left Vincent alone.

"Dinner's on me," the young lady with shoulder-length hair said. "Are you interested in

taking a bite?"

"Of course," Vincent walked towards her with a smile. "I'll eat you up reaaaally good."

The young lady blushed before averting her gaze.

Vincent chuckled and looked in the direction where she was looking.

On the stage of the Freedom Park was a giant television, broadcasting a commercial. There, a teenage boy, with short black hair and green eyes looked at everyone with a smile. "The Central Government is recruiting those who wish to protect the people," Zion Leventis said with confidence. "As long as we all work together, we can overcome everything!"

Vincent looked at the teenage boy on the screen and felt his heart skip a beat.

This wasn't the first time he saw Zion Leventis.

In fact, he was always updated with the latest news about him.

For some reason, whenever he saw his face, he felt as if his heart was going to break.

Vincent couldn't understand why he was feeling this way. However, one thing was clear.

He would need to meet Zion face to face so that he could understand why his heart yearns to hug the teenage boy, whose heart seemed to have broken into a million pieces.