Chapter 3

"What are you doing?"

Chase descended the stairs slowly, one step at a time, while Priscilla instinctively moved to support him.

Bianca was about to explain when Chase cut her off without mercy.

"I heard everything you were saying from upstairs. First, let this intruder leave."

Chase leaned on his cane, impatiently glancing at Hayden.

A worthless trust fund brat who didn't deserve Priscilla.

As for what they were discussing, Chase didn't believe a word. He trusted his judgment of character.

Priscilla was kind and pure, and more importantly, she resembled his late wife, Xanthe Medici.

Seeing the situation, Hayden scurried away with his tail between his legs.

Chase's cold gaze swept over everyone present. "The engagement with the Coleman family is hereby terminated. I'll find a better match for Priscilla."

A warm feeling washed over Priscilla's heart.

In the entire Medici family, only Chase truly cared for her.

"Grandfather, thank you, but I'm not in a rush to get married."

Chase patted Priscilla's hand, speaking gently, "You don't need to worry about this. Just focus on meeting the husband I've chosen for you."

At this, Priscilla couldn't say more and simply nodded in agreement.

Chase then took out his phone to call his old war buddy, Mason Visconti.

"Mason, does your grandson have time to visit the Medici Manor? I have something to discuss with him."

Quinlan clenched her fists in frustration, her eyes filled with complexity and worry.

What did he mean by a better match? Someone even more outstanding than Preston?

Meanwhile.

In the presidential suite at the top floor of the Visconti Group, Algernon stood wearing a custom-tailored suit, one hand in his pocket, looking down at the bustling streets below.

Aiden knocked on the office door.

"Come in."

After receiving permission, Aiden entered with documents in hand, "Mr. Visconti, we've identified the woman from that night. She's Quinlan Medici. Here's her file."

Algernon casually accepted it, briefly flipping through a few pages, his narrow eyes thoughtful.

He had previously thought Quinlan was trying to seduce him, but he never expected that she was the Medici family heiress.

He had misunderstood.

Just then, Mason's call came through.

Algernon answered, "Grandfather."

Mason spoke kindly, "Algernon, clear your evening schedule. My friend just called and wants you to have dinner at the Medici Manor."

The Medici family?

Algernon looked down at the file in his hand again and nodded, "Alright."

To welcome Algernon, the Medici Manor prepared an extravagant dinner.

Chase sat at the head of the table, with Priscilla seated at his left.

With all the Medici family present, Chase spoke unhurriedly.

"I've arranged a marriage alliance for Priscilla with the Visconti family. Mason and I have been friends for decades. We've saved each other's lives on the battlefield. If I ask, he will certainly agree."

This casual statement landed like a thunderbolt, nearly causing Bianca and Quinlan to lose control of their expressions. Even Priscilla was surprised.

She pondered.

The Visconti family?

Only the richest family in Emerald City bore the Visconti name, standing at the pinnacle of the city's power and capital circles.

The Visconti family wasn't just a century-old dynasty; especially since Algernon took over the Visconti Group, he had expanded it to become one of the world's top five corporations in just a few years.

Quinlan clenched her fists in jealousy, her eyes practically shooting flames.

How could Priscilla have such good luck? She had schemed tirelessly to break Priscilla's engagement with the Coleman family, only for her to potentially marry into the even more prestigious Visconti family.

Chase was truly playing favorites.

No, she had to find a way to sabotage this marriage.

Bianca's eyes also filled with resentment.

Chase had never mentioned his connection to the wealthy Visconti family all these years.

Now Algernon, such an excellent man, was being offered to Priscilla. She felt a thousand times bitter.

The sound of a car engine came from outside.

Mason and Algernon had arrived.

Butler Finn Brown announced their arrival, and everyone turned to look.

Algernon walked in wearing a tailored black suit, his every movement exuding a cold, dignified aura. His eyes were particularly sharp, like a blade cutting through the air.

The moment Priscilla saw him, she froze.

Why did this man give her a strange sense of familiarity? She felt like she'd seen him before.

But where exactly, she couldn't recall.

Chase walked over enthusiastically to chat with Mason, "Mason, it's been too long."

While speaking, Chase appraised Algernon with obvious approval.

"Your grandson has become even more impressive."

Mason nodded proudly, "Of course. Look, whose grandson he is."

Chase burst into laughter, pulling Priscilla forward to introduce her, "Then what do you think of my granddaughter? This is Priscilla."

Algernon frowned slightly upon hearing the name.

Priscilla?

He was looking for Quinlan.

Priscilla obediently and politely greeted, "Mr. Mason Visconti."

Mason nodded with satisfaction.

On the phone, Chase had mentioned the marriage alliance, but seeing Priscilla in person, she was even more beautiful and graceful than he had imagined.

"Impressive. She's pretty enough to be an actress."

Quinlan's heart skipped a beat. She hurriedly stepped forward, "Hello, Mr. Mason Visconti, I'm Quinlan."

This immediately caught Algernon's attention.

His eyes held a measure of appraisal—so this was the person he was looking for.

Quinlan noticed his gaze and immediately displayed a shy smile.

Mason nodded perfunctorily but continued speaking to Priscilla, "I used to joke with Chase about becoming in-laws someday. I never thought the opportunity would actually come."

As he spoke, Mason gently pushed Algernon forward, "This is my grandson Algernon. Our families know each other well, so there's no need for pretense. You two should get to know each other, and if there are no objections, we can finalize this marriage."

Priscilla's eyes reflected surprise.

Marriage was a lifelong commitment—could it be decided just like that?

They didn't even know each other's personalities or preferences.

Quinlan's heart sank.

Algernon finally spoke, "I agree to the marriage alliance, but I want to choose someone else."

He raised his hand and pointed at Quinlan.