A man with an air of elegance and authority sat inside. He wore oversized sunglasses that hid his eyes, revealing only a high nose and thin lips, along with the sharp lines of half his face.

Just by those thin lips and the pointed chin, one could tell he wasn’t a warm person.

Even though his eyes were hidden, the cold aura around him made the air feel thin, as if it were hard to breathe near him.

This was Damian Clark, one of the leaders of the Clark Group, and the most likely candidate to become the heir.

He started doing business at eighteen, climbing to the top with ruthless decisiveness, outshining the other potential heirs to become the most favored one.

Now, he had shifted his focus to America, where he founded B.C. Group. Under his leadership, B.C. Group was rising like a new star, expanding its influence rapidly.

"Son, remember, your name is Dylan. All the identification and documents have been prepared. Because of that incident, keep a low profile and don’t slip up."

A woman, elegantly dressed and exuding warmth, handed Damian a folder. Her name was Lily, and she was Damian’s mother.

"Is this really necessary?" Damian said icily as he typed away on his laptop.

His time was so valuable that even during car rides, he had tasks to complete.

Lily, slightly annoyed, closed his laptop with a firm hand.

"Don’t forget, you can only lead the Clark family and inherit the Clark Group if you’re married and have a son."

Damian finally stopped. His mother was right.

In terms of capability, no one could match him, but he still needed to marry and have children to become the true heir.

He had started planning for marriage two years ago, but unfortunately, all three of his fiancées had died before the wedding.

Lily had consulted a psychic, who said he would never be able to marry in this lifetime.

Damian didn’t believe in such nonsense. He was convinced it was someone’s deliberate doing, so he had put marriage on hold to investigate, but he found nothing.

Lily grabbed Damian’s hand. "This girl is a good match. You need to seize this opportunity."

"What if someone is behind this?"

"That’s why you’re using a different identity. Damian Clark of the Clark family is still single; it’s Dylan who’s getting married."

Damian looked into his mother’s cunning eyes, but his mind was elsewhere.

Maybe this could be a way to catch who was behind it all.

"Alright, dear. Listen to your mother and give me a big, healthy grandson."

Lily cupped Damian’s face in her hands, making him extremely uncomfortable. He immediately pulled away.

"I know."

The driver stifled a laugh.

The lady was warm and funny, but she had raised a son as cold as ice.

They switched vehicles, getting into a Volkswagen minivan with the license plate ending in 888.

The car pulled up to the county clerk's office, and Lily pointed excitedly at a girl standing by the entrance. "Son, that’s the girl. I’ve seen her picture—she’s really pretty."

Damian glanced out the window.

He immediately noticed the logo on Stella’s bag. With just one look, he could tell it was fake.

A vain woman.

That was Damian’s first impression.

It made sense. A woman who would take a million dollars to marry someone was obviously after money, hoping marriage would lift her out of poverty. In a normal person’s mind, someone who could drop a million dollars must be a billionaire.

So even if the man was a sugar daddy, she was willing.

Damian scoffed lightly. He was about to take off his sunglasses when he caught a glimpse of his reflection—his eyes weren’t fully healed yet.

He had been working around the clock recently, which had caused an eye infection, forcing him to wear sunglasses for the past few days.

After some thought, he decided to leave them on.

Damian stepped out of the car first, reaching out to help Lily.

But his eyes hadn’t fully recovered, his vision was limited, and he stumbled.

Lily instinctively grabbed his arms to steady him. "Son, are you alright?"

Stella, scanning the area, finally spotted the car—a black Volkswagen, license plate ending in 888!

She saw the man wearing sunglasses being helped out of the car, and suddenly, she realized something.

He’s blind!