Henry Foster roared, feeling a flame pulsing in his chest. The veins on his hands bulged as he forcefully suppressed the urge to punch the other person in the face. In the eyes of these people, only family background and status mattered—there was no real affection to speak of.

"You weren't born into a family like ours, so you wouldn't understand. In any case, I'm doing this for both of you. It's better to end things quickly than to drag out the pain. This is the only way."

"You want me to break up with Emily Bennett just because my family background doesn't match up to your The Bennett Family. But who says only nobles can rise to power? Can you guarantee that I'll never make something of myself?"

David Bennett smiled, unafraid in his ignorance. Henry Foster didn't understand the power of the The Bennett Family, so how could he know how difficult it was to reach such heights? As the first boy his sister liked, David Bennett didn't want to use force against him. It would be best if Henry Foster gave up on his own, so he simply said:

"Since you're so confident, I'll give you a chance. As long as you can earn my approval within two years, I'll allow you to continue seeing my sister, and I'll help you deal with the objections from the rest of the The Bennett Family."

"You might think I'm just stalling, but let me tell you: after Emily graduates, I'll arrange for her to study abroad for two years. If you can earn my approval during those two years, when Emily returns, I won't stand in your way anymore."

At this point, David Bennett's tone shifted: "But if you can't earn my approval in two years, when Emily comes back, she'll participate in the family-arranged matchmaking. I also hope you won't appear in front of her again."

"Two years from now, I'll personally go to your The Bennett Family and take Emily Bennett away!"

Henry Foster gave David Bennett a deep look, then turned and left. Right now, he didn't have the strength to compete with the The Bennett Family, but he was confident that, with the help of the Zhuge Internal Classic, he would carve out his own path.

"Aren't you afraid I'm just saying this to placate you?"

Seeing how decisively Henry Foster left, David Bennett was a bit puzzled and called out.

"You wouldn't!"

The moment Henry Foster first saw David Bennett, he instinctively used the physiognomy from the Zhuge Internal Classic to observe him: when judging appearance, look for uprightness and fullness; sharpness and hollowness are inferior, thinness is the lowest, and the spirit is in the bones. David Bennett had long, sword-like brows, a broad and full forehead, and a radiant complexion—such people are generally upright and aboveboard, disdaining deceit and trickery.

"But you'd better be careful when driving these days!"

Henry Foster finally turned back and kindly reminded him. Observing David Bennett's face, he noticed a slight grayness around the cheekbones. As the saying goes, when the cheekbones are ashen, a car accident is likely. Judging by the color, it would be a minor accident, probably nothing serious. Still, since the other party was Emily Bennett's...

Chapter 5: Going Home

After Henry Foster left, David Bennett was left scratching his head over Henry Foster's final words, ultimately chalking it up to the other party trying to be mysterious and enigmatic. He wasn't some feng shui master or fortune teller—how could he possibly predict the future?

Back in his car, David Bennett drove his Land Rover out of the campus. For some reason, Henry Foster's last words kept echoing in his mind, and his eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

"Damn it, what's wrong with me? Am I really scared by that guy's words?"

David Bennett spat, finally feeling more at ease. What he didn't notice was that, whereas he usually drove at breakneck speed, this time he was much more steady.

The Land Rover cruised smoothly toward the intersection ahead. There weren't many cars on this road, but suddenly a horn blared from behind. In the rearview mirror, David Bennett saw a BMW behind him, honking to signal it wanted to overtake.

Normally, with Young Master Bennett's temperament, he wouldn't pay any attention to the BMW behind him—he'd have floored the Land Rover and left the other car in the dust. But this time, for some inexplicable reason, he obediently pulled over and watched as the BMW roared past.

"Idiot, driving such a big car at a turtle's pace—what a waste of a good vehicle!"

As the BMW overtook him, its owner couldn't resist mocking David Bennett in the Land Rover, then sped off, leaving a trail of exhaust.

David Bennett was left red-faced by the BMW owner's words. When had he ever been insulted like that? Although he'd mellowed out a lot in recent years, he used to be a notorious playboy in Jiangxi Province—he bullied others, never the other way around. But now the light had turned red, and the BMW had already disappeared around the corner, so there was no one left to curse back at.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Turning the corner, David Bennett saw, not far ahead, seven or eight cars scattered haphazardly in the middle of the road, their front ends all deformed. Opposite them, a twelve-wheeled truck lay overturned in the middle of the road, with a completely mangled sedan embedded in front of its cab.

Taking in the scene, David Bennett quickly pieced together what had happened: the big truck must have lost control and crashed into the sedans, and these seven or eight cars were innocent victims.

Looking more closely, David Bennett suddenly laughed—the BMW was among them, blocked at the front. He didn't know the condition of the BMW's owner, but judging by the extent of the damage, it couldn't be good.

"Serves you right! That's what you get for overtaking and running your mouth!"