Hearing Solterra, Bradley narrowed his narrow eyes, his handsome face shrouded in a thin mist, mysterious and unpredictable, exuding an aura of arrogance and coldness from head to toe.

His long, slender fingers clenched into fists, and after a few crackling sounds, the murderous intent in his ink-colored cold eyes was hard to conceal.

Solterra was his homeland, but it carried his painful memories.

He would never forget the tragedy that happened fifteen years ago in Solterra. Due to a rebellion, what was once a paradise turned into a place of misery. The Solterra Dynasty was turned into a river of blood overnight, with men, women, and children lying dead in pools of blood, with no survivors.

And he, amidst the dead bodies, barely clung to life, surviving as the only survivor of the Solterra Dynasty.

Bradley could recall the slaughter even with his eyes closed, the cruel murder of his parents, the agonizing pleas of his siblings, only to be used as targets, pierced through their hearts by weapons.

They died before his eyes, with their internal organs exposed...

After the disaster, he fled all the way to Magniflora. Following his father's wishes, he found Owen Austin in Magniflora, spending these years anonymously gathering power, all for the sake of one day avenging his family.

But because of Arthur's schemes, his plans were delayed until today.

Bradley closed his eyes and pinched the aching center of his brow. Usually at this point, his headaches would be so severe that he would have rolled on the ground in self-harm, but thanks to Freya's treatment, his headaches had noticeably improved.

Even in deep contemplation like now, he was on the verge of frenzy, but not to the point of losing control.

"Bradley, are you okay?"

Mr. Austin clearly noticed his poor mental state and asked with some concern.

"I'm fine!" Bradley furrowed his brows deeply, sorted out his emotions, and said, "Dad, you're getting older. I'll handle the matter in Solterra myself. You don't have to worry."

"Oh, by the way, thanks for today's matter. Freya has already come clean with the Lawson family. Tomorrow, I'll take her back to Royal Garden Mansion!" The old man nodded. "Good, Freya is a good girl. I believe she can be your virtuous helper and help you achieve your revenge plan soon. But Bradley, are you sure you don't want to hold the wedding banquet earlier?"

"No, Freya doesn't want to get married so soon, and besides, she hasn't truly fallen in love with me yet. I plan to wait until she fully accepts me before considering holding the wedding banquet."

Bradley was very troubled. He had made it so obvious, but this girl remained indifferent. Even when he wanted to be intimate with her, she always brought up the agreement.

Was his face not handsome enough for her to look at?

Mr. Austin patted his shoulder and said with emphasis, "I also went through such hardships when I was young. Back then, I was just a poor boy. Your mother was beautiful and capable, and there were many men chasing after her. But in the end, she chose me from among millions. Do you know why?"

Bradley pinched his brow and looked at him. "Freya is different from ordinary women. She's independent and cautious due to years of abuse and heavy guarding. She won't easily trust others, let alone give away her heart."

When Mr. Austin heard this, he knocked on his cane, "You are a business genius, but your emotional intelligence is not high! Let me tell you this, women are all the same, they rely on coaxing or stalking. Of course you have to use it to impress her with your sincerity! When I chased your mother, I was completely shameless. Others gave her a large-sized diamond necklace to propose, I moved her heart with a grass ring.

"Your mother was very stubborn, and most things didn't catch her eye. Do you know why she chose my grass ring? It's because I put my heart into creating it! Women are made of water. Whether you're sincere or insincere, they can tell. I can understand Freya. She's a girl who lacks love deeply. As long as you approach her with your true heart, she will be moved by you one day."

Bradley: "…"

He had poured his heart out to her, almost dug out his heart to present it to her, and yet it wasn't sincere enough?

"In any case, good girls need time to be coaxed. Now that you've returned to normal, as a man, you must have some necessary romance. Don't always use the tactic of a domineering CEO to woo women."

"Remember, use your heart, use your enthusiasm to warm her up. One day, she will willingly fall into your arms. Do you understand? Holding a beauty in your arms, isn't that worth the effort?"

Bradley was stunned.

He didn't expect Owen Austin to be a master in the field of courtship. His methods of pursuing women were well-founded. Bradley disagreed with a few points, but he admitted that the old man's words were not entirely wrong.

It seems that ever since Freya came to the Royal Garden Mansion, it's been Frederick and the bodyguards protecting her. Many things are directly chosen by him and sent to her, without even asking her if she likes them or not.

The key is, he indeed doesn't understand romance. Apart from occasionally teasing and coaxing her, there haven't been any real actions.

Seeing her in a dilemma, Mr. Austin smiled and stroked his beard, "Alright, go and accompany her quickly. Feelings need to be cultivated, whether you can impress Freya or not, it depends on your own abilities."

Bradley looked at the old man in surprise. With Dad's emotional intelligence, he could probably say a few words casually and even lure an eighteen-year-old girl back home.

He did want to see Freya, so he didn't linger in the study and left.

Mr. Austin watched his son's tall and straight figure, the smile on his face gradually fading, replaced by deep sadness and worry.

He was well aware of the tragedy that occurred in the Solterra, and he knew that Bradley had been burdened by hatred all these years, planning his revenge.

Unfortunately, he was old now and could no longer accompany him to the battlefield as he did in the past to regain control of Solterra.

The only thing he could do now was to restrain the Arthur and his family and prevent them from causing trouble for Bradley.

There was a fire in the villa that year, and Bradley almost died inside. He asked Frederick to rescue him desperately. Mr. Austin knew who caused the fire.

Over the years, his favoritism towards Bradley was all to atone for his own sins, hoping that Bradley would go easy on the Arthur and his family for his sake.

But he never expected that his eldest son was simply outrageous. Not only did they show no remorse for their past actions, but they also now used all sorts of means to deal with Bradley!

He was utterly disappointed in this son of his.

In fact, the old man had always known that Bradley was not ugly, blind, or disabled, he just hadn't realized the truth.

Now that Bradley had suddenly revealed his true face, his intentions were clear as day: he was starting his revenge!

He only hoped that all of his decisions would allow Bradley some leeway and give the eldest son's family a way out. If Bradley really wanted revenge, then he, Mr. Austin, wouldn't interfere!

After all, it was what he owed him!