The Legendary Unrivaled Warrior

The story began in an upscale coffee shop in Lucset.

The coffee tasted bitter, yet the woman sitting opposite Waylon Cooper was breathtakingly beautiful.

She was dressed in a sleek business suit, and her stunning figure was showcased to perfection, with every curve in just the right place, devoid of any unnecessary weight.

Her face, naturally beautiful and without a hint of makeup, was flawless. Despite her reserved expression, she looked like a masterpiece, captivating anyone who saw her.

Her name was Debra Morgan, 26 years old, the head of Morgan Group, and the dream woman of many men in Lucset.

She was also engaged to Waylon.

Between them on the glass table lay a conspicuous check for one million dollars.

Debra said, "Here's a check for one million, ready to cash anytime. Take it and leave my life."

She extended her hand, pale and elegant, and pushed the check toward Waylon, her voice cutting through the silence, cool and detached, signaling her decision was final.

Debra was known for her assertive nature.

Yet, Waylon didn't even look at the check. His attention remained on Debra. He was seemingly captivated by her face and figure, as if nothing else mattered to him.

"Are you done staring at me?" Debra noticed his gaze, her brow furrowing, her voice turning icy.

"Almost." Waylon finally looked away, smiled, and said, "With your ample bosom and rounded buttocks, you're perfect for having children. It looks like you're just right to be my wife!"

"What?" Debra gasped, taken aback.

Her expression immediately soured, and she said, "Waylon, do you have the wrong idea? I wanted you to take this check and forget about me!"

"Oh, the check."

Waylon finally spotted the check, but after a brief look, he simply shook his head and said, "Rip it up. I'm not going along with this."

"Is it not enough?" Debra asked, her eyes filled with disdain. She had no patience for greedy men.

Waylon answered, "It's not about the amount. It's that I won't do it."

He boldly looked Debra over again, then grinned and said, "Our marriage was arranged by your grandfather before he passed away. A man's promise is important. Since I told your grandfather I'd marry you, I intend to keep my word."

Debra responded icily, "But I can't stand you!" Waylon's attention made her skin crawl. She couldn't fathom why her grandfather would want her to marry someone so repulsive before he passed away.

Waylon laughed and said, "As we get to know each other, affection and love will emerge."

Debra replied sharply, "I don't have time for that."

"But I've got plenty," Waylon said, playful in his tone.

"You..." Debra was a bit annoyed but quickly regained her composure. Her gaze was cold as she said, "We've never even met before today. Don't you think the idea of us getting married is ridiculous?"

Waylon couldn't disagree, responding, "It does seem a bit ridiculous."

However, he smiled and continued, "But like I mentioned, I made a promise to your grandfather, and I intend to keep it. Naturally, if you decide to go against your grandfather's wishes, there's nothing I can do to stop you."

"I..." Debra was at a loss for words.

How could she ignore her grandfather's wishes?

Her grandfather had insisted on her marrying Waylon before he passed away. And now, a month after her grandfather's death, Waylon showed up out of the blue. Rejecting him outright would seem disrespectful to her grandfather's final request. That was why she decided to get this unbearable man to back off on his own!

Debra said, "I won't disregard my grandfather's wishes, but..."

She slightly curled her lips in a mocking smile, imitating the way Waylon had looked her over before, and scoffed. "Do you really think you're good enough for me?"

Waylon replied earnestly, "Absolutely."

Debra echoed, "Absolutely?"

She was taken aback. She had hoped to intimidate Waylon with her status, expecting him to back down. But his overconfidence caught her off guard.

Where did his confidence come from?

She was Debra Morgan!

At just sixteen, she was already attending one of the top universities in the world. By eighteen, she had her master's degree in economics, and by twenty, she'd earned a Ph.D. in the same field. At twenty-one, after coming back from overseas, she took the reins of the Morgan Group. In just five years under her leadership, the company grew nearly ten times larger.

She was hailed as a business prodigy in Lucset, admired for both her intellect and her looks. The line of men trying to woo her could stretch from one city to another. Every year, her face graced the cover of the magazine that selected the most beautiful woman in Lucset.

And then there was Waylon. He was unremarkable in appearance, dressed simply, with nothing but his well-built physique going for him. If he were in a crowd, Debra was sure she wouldn't be able to recognize him.

Yet, he had the audacity to claim he was worthy of her?

That was ridiculous! Such a man deserved to be shown the door immediately!

"Mr. Cooper!" Debra couldn't help but laugh out of sheer frustration. "It seems you don't know me or even yourself well."

Waylon responded with a calm smile, "Don't you believe me?"

Debra stared at him, disbelief written all over her face. "How could I possibly believe you?"

"Then, how about we make a bet?" Waylon suggested.

Debra asked, "What do we bet on then?"

Waylon looked at her and replied, "If you haven't fallen in love with me within three months, I'll leave and never bother you again. We'll see it as me breaking my promise to your grandfather, not you being unwilling to marry me."

Debra needed to be sure and asked, "Are you serious?"

Waylon nodded and said, "Absolutely."

"You're giving me your word?" Debra responded skeptically. "Then, if I'm not in love with you after three months, you'll leave me alone on your own accord!"

Waylon, with a smile and a twinkle in his eye, asked, "But what if you do fall in love with me?"

Debra stated confidently, "That won't happen."

Waylon playfully challenged, "But what if it does?"

Debra didn't take long to answer. "If, by some chance, I do fall in love with you after three months, then I'll do anything you say without any complaints!"

Debra believed she could never fall for Waylon, so any promise she made seemed pointless.

Waylon gave her a sly grin and teased, "Well, I might ask you to do something interesting in bed."

"Ew!" Debra expressed her disgust.

Seeing the look in Waylon's eyes, she couldn't shake off some unsettling images that came to mind. She spat out in disgust and got up, determined to leave. Her disdain for Waylon deepened.

Waylon then called out, "Honey, please hold on!"

"I'm not your honey!" Debra retorted, feeling her skin crawl with anger.

Waylon, with a confident smile, argued, "In three months, you'll be my wife, won't you? Why can't I call you 'honey' then?"

"You're unbelievable..."

Debra realized this was the epitome of shamelessness as she faced Waylon. Yet, she didn't want to waste her breath arguing with such a lowlife. "Is there anything else you want?" she asked.

Waylon replied with a grin, "Hand over your house keys. I'll be staying with you for the next three months."

Debra was clearly not thrilled, questioning, "Why would you stay at my place?"

"Are you silly, honey?"

Waylon looked at her as if she were the odd one, explaining, "Me staying at your place is the best way for us to get to know each other. Three months will fly by. Don't you think we should give it a try, for the sake of not letting down your grandfather's memory?"

"You..." Debra's voice faltered for a second. She wished she could tear Waylon, the man she loathed more than anyone, into pieces.

She yearned to scream at him, to tell him outright that she had no interest in any form of relationship with him, much less putting any effort into it. But could she actually say those words?

If she did, Waylon would surely taunt her, accusing her of dishonoring her late grandfather and branding her as the worst granddaughter.

In short, Debra found herself with no choice but to let Waylon move into her house.

"So, you want to stay at my place? Fine, you can stay!" Debra conceded to Waylon.

She knew better than to resist the unavoidable. With a mix of resignation and defiance, she threw the house keys on the table, her expression hardened, and stormed out of the coffee shop without a second glance.

What did it matter if he moved in? Debra thought defiantly. Sharing a living space with someone she despised for three months wouldn't soften her heart in the slightest.

If anything, Waylon's presence would only deepen her disdain and scorn for him.

"In three months, all of this will be over," Debra reminded herself firmly. She quietly pumped herself up. She couldn't let this man, who had shown her nothing but disrespect, get the better of her over these next three months!

However, just as she started to walk away, the man's voice from behind almost made her trip. He casually said, "Hey, don't forget to pay for the coffee before you head out. I'm out of cash!"

What was her grandfather thinking, setting her up with this kind of man? He didn't even have enough to pay for coffee!

That was just ridiculous!

Once Debra had paid and left, Waylon also exited the coffee shop. About an hour later, he was standing in front of a gravestone in Lucset's most prestigious cemetery, the name Ethan Morgan etched onto it.

The photo of the old man on the stone showed a warm and friendly face. He was Debra's grandfather, the same man who had saved Waylon's life.

Five years back, during a dangerous mission in Mbita, Waylon was badly injured and running for his life. Luckily, he stumbled upon Ethan, who hid him from his pursuers.

Waylon never forgot that act of kindness.

It was this debt of gratitude that led Waylon to accept Ethan's request to marry Debra, vowing to always keep her safe from harm.

It was hard to believe that Ethan, who had spoken with Waylon over the phone just a month earlier, was now just memories and dust...

Snap!

With a flick, Waylon lit his last cigarette, inhaled deeply, and then addressed the tombstone, "Mr. Morgan, you can rest easy now. With me here, nothing bad will come Debra's way. And about your passing, it doesn't sit right with me. I'll get to the bottom of it and avenge you!"

After he finished his last cigarette, Waylon didn't stick around. He walked away from the cemetery, his figure blending into the surroundings as if he'd never been there. He looked a bit worn and distant, reminiscent of a lone wolf hardened by many battles.

Even though Debra had given him the keys to her house, she hadn't told him exactly where it was. Luckily, more than a month earlier, Ethan had given Waylon all the details about Debra, including her address and personal details. Waylon was well-informed.

The sight that greeted Waylon was a stunning villa tucked away in the deepest corner of Blossom Villas. The villa's main hue was a soft light blue, surrounded by a small courtyard and vibrant greenery, presenting a luxurious facade.

"Wow, this place is amazing. Does this mean I've lucked out and married into a rich family?" he mumbled to himself.

As he gazed at the villa, envied by many, Waylon's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but let out a sly grin, revealing his materialistic nature.

"Married into a rich family? Bah! Take a long, hard look at yourself first!" A mocking voice suddenly interrupted Waylon's thoughts just as he was about to walk into the villa.

Turning around, Waylon spotted a man in his early thirties wearing gold-rimmed glasses, dressed in a sharp suit, looking every bit like a successful individual. In his hand was a bouquet of vivid roses, seemingly waiting for someone.

"What are you looking at? Get lost. You'll never be like me!" Feeling Waylon's eyes on him, the man in the gold-rimmed glasses let out an even bigger scoff. "It's amazing to see such a mix of folks these days. You, a bumpkin, dreaming of marrying rich? You're hardly fit to be a servant for Debra!"

"Are you one of Debra's suitors?" Waylon gave the man a once-over, curious.

"Of course!" The man in the gold-rimmed glasses scoffed again. "Who else would I be here for if not Debra? You're after her too, aren't you? But let me tell you, you better leave now. Someone like you won't even get a glance from Debra. Don't block my path!"

Waylon just smiled and responded, "You've got me wrong. I'm not like the rest of you."

The man in the gold-rimmed glasses let out a mocking laugh. "Right, you're different. You're just a bumpkin, all the way! But see, I've got a powerful father. I'm young, successful, and I'm already running my own company. So, yes, we're nothing alike!"

"Look, you've got it all wrong," Waylon said.

He shook his head and continued, "What I'm trying to say is, you guys might be chasing after Debra, but me? I'm her husband. That's a whole different thing."

"What? You're Debra's husband? What are you even saying?"

The shock was evident on the face of the man with the gold-rimmed glasses, but it quickly turned into laughter. "Haha, that's a good one! You, Debra's husband? Have you taken a good look at yourself lately? What exactly do you have that makes you think you're right for Debra?"

"You don't believe me?" Waylon sighed, wondering if he really looked that unimpressive.

"There's no way I'm buying that." The man with the gold-rimmed glasses scoffed again. "Please, you're probably just fantasizing about being with Debra, a woman every guy dreams of!"

"And what if I am her husband?" Pausing for a moment, Waylon smiled and added, "Just a 'what if'."

"What if?"

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses gave Waylon a cold look and said, "If you're really Debra's husband, then I'll do whatever you want even if you ask me to eat shit. But come on, is that even possible?"

Waylon replied, "Is it possible? Maybe. We're about to find out."

He laughed a little and continued, "And don't worry, I won't make you eat shit. It would be even more disgusting to see someone like you eating shit. How about this... if I'm really Debra's husband, you give me a thousand dollars."

Waylon was running low on cash after rushing back from overseas.

"A bumpkin always thinking about money!" the man with the gold-rimmed glasses lifted his chin proudly and said. "A thousand dollars is nothing to me. How about this? If you're really Debra's husband, I'll give you ten thousand dollars! But if you're not, you don't have to pay me anything. Instead, I want you, the loser, to lick my shoes! Do you dare to take that bet, bumpkin?"

Waylon smiled and answered, "I'm just worried you won't be able to handle what happens next."

He narrowed his eyes and pulled out a set of keys from his pocket, the keys Debra had given him.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses was taken aback.

Having chased after Debra for years, he immediately recognized the keys Waylon was holding. Weren't those the keys Debra used for her house?

How did those keys end up with this bumpkin?

Could it be that he really was...

Seeing the keys Waylon held tightly, John Griffiths, the man with golden-rimmed glasses, was momentarily shocked. It took a moment, but John managed to gather his thoughts. "This can't be real! How on earth did you end up with Debra's keys? Did you steal them?" He pressed Waylon for answers.

"Steal?" Waylon raised an eyebrow, annoyed by the accusation. "I'm not a thief. Are you? My wife gave these keys to me! Let's cut the nonsense. I've shown you proof that Debra is my wife, so you owe me ten thousand dollars."

"You scoundrel, I think you're just a thief!" John's complexion darkened as he spat out. "You don't deserve Debra. Listen, you better give me those keys right now and come with me to the police, or it won't end well for you!"

Waylon's gaze sharpened as he questioned, "Are you planning to play dirty?"

"Play dirty? You're the one who obviously took her keys, and now you dare accuse me of playing dirty?" John shot back.

His eyes sparked with anger. He went on, "Looks like you won't admit it unless I force it out of you. Well, I'm about to show you, a small-time thief from the countryside, what you're up against!"

He then positioned himself in a Taekwondo stance, quickly moved towards Waylon, and threw a punch aimed at Waylon's head.

"Thinking of hitting me, huh?" Waylon queried.

A chill flashed in his eyes. He didn't move back but skillfully avoided John's punch. At the same time, his shoulder, hard as iron, slammed into John's chest with immense force.

"Ah!" John yelled.

The powerful blow made him shout out in pain. He was sent flying backward, landing hard on the ground, where he curled up, writhing in pain like a shrimp.

The hit from Waylon caused him immense pain!

He had never felt such agony before, as if his body had been ripped apart in a moment!

Just then, a cold voice asked, "What's going on here?"

Waylon and John looked over to see Debra stepping out of a Maserati, her presence icy and imposing, making her seem like an elegant but distant iceberg.

John's spirits lifted, and he quickly stood up, forgetting his discomfort. He rushed over and said, "Debra, you're back. Did you know your house keys got stolen by a thief?"

Debra frowned and asked, "A thief?"

John, pointing at Waylon's smiling face, said with intensity, "Yes, him! He's the one who took your house keys. I've been wrestling with him for a while now to get them back for you. He couldn't defeat me in a fair fight, so he played dirty and knocked me down. You arrived just in the nick of time. I've been holding him off. Call the cops quickly. We can't let this thief escape!"

In his quest to win over the woman he adored and her immense fortune, John clenched his teeth and prepared to face Waylon in another physical confrontation.

Debra interrupted, "Wait a minute!"

John stopped and looked back at Debra, puzzled.

Debra gave him a peculiar look and explained, "Mr. Griffiths, there seems to be a misunderstanding. For starters, we don't know each other well enough for you to be doing anything on my behalf. And secondly, the 'thief' you're referring to hasn't actually stolen anything from me. I was the one who gave him those keys."

"What?!" John was taken aback. "You... you gave him the keys? And he's... he's actually your husband?"

"Husband?" Debra asked, her eyebrows arching in surprise. She quickly figured out what was going on. Her eyes chilled as she looked over at Waylon, his smug grin only fueling her anger.

She was tempted to correct the misunderstanding.

Yet, John's constant bothering had been getting on her nerves.

After a moment's thought, Debra firmly nodded at John and announced, "Yes, he's my husband."

John's eyes went wide. He was shocked.

Countless remarkable men of Lucset had been after Debra's heart, but none had succeeded. John couldn't believe that the woman he admired had chosen someone he considered a nobody. Wasn't that just absurd?

"Now do you believe it?" Waylon taunted John.

John was still in denial, but Waylon's gloating laugh was already ringing in his ears. "You lost. Hand over the ten thousand bucks."

"He lost?" Debra interjected, puzzled.

She was curious, what was this about?

"Damn it! There you go!" John exclaimed.

He found no reason to not believe Debra's words. Frustrated, he pulled out ten thousand bucks and gave them to Waylon, muttering, "This isn't over. We'll see!"

After hurling those biting words, John quickly hopped into his fancy car parked by the roadside and sped away.

"Easy money from a rich heir." Waylon watched John's awkward exit with a smirk, ready to count his cash, when suddenly he sensed danger looming.

The threat came from Debra's eyes, shining intensely like stars in the night sky.

"Waylon Cooper!" Debra stared down Waylon with fierce eyes and demanded, "Did you... just bet on me with someone else? What do you take me for?"

"I take you as my wife," Waylon answered. He didn't seem too concerned. He casually remarked, "Look, I didn't bring money back from overseas this time, and if there's someone dumb enough to hand me their cash, it'd be dumb of me not to accept it."

"I'm not your wife yet!" Debra was so furious she felt pain in her chest. She exclaimed, "And even if I were your wife, it's wrong for you to gamble on me with others!"

"That's a fair point." Waylon conceded. After a brief pause, he nodded earnestly and promised, "Okay, I assure you, once you really are my wife, I'll never bet on you with anyone else again."

Debra was taken aback and asked, "What?"

So, he wouldn't bet on her when she was his wife. Did that mean he would bet on her again before they were married?

"You jerk..." Debra blurted out.

The urge to kill Waylon was overwhelming. She clenched her fists, ready to argue, when the ring of her phone in her bag interrupted her.

Waylon, meanwhile, was busy counting his money.

"I'll get back to you on this!" Debra warned, shooting Waylon a fierce look. She grabbed her phone and, with a voice still cold from her anger, answered, "What do you want?"

"What do I want? Debra, surely I haven't done anything to upset you lately, right?" a voice that was both sweet and sad replied from the other end.

Debra, taken aback by the voice, glanced at her phone and realized it was her best friend, Rylee Simpson, on the line. She mentally kicked herself for letting Waylon disturb her peace of mind, having forgotten to check who was calling.

"I'm really annoyed by some jerk," Debra said, glancing at Waylon who was beside her, counting money and clenching her teeth in frustration.

"Who's the jerk that's got our respected CEO so upset? Come on, tell me. Introduce me," Rylee teased. Her laugh was captivating, making her sound playful and flirtatious even over the phone.

"You'll get to meet him soon enough." Debra let out a sigh. "I just got home from work, so what's going on?"

"You're already home?" Rylee quickly replied. "Wait, don't go inside yet. The kitchen pipe burst. You should get someone from the property management to look at it first!"

"Alright," Debra agreed.

She ended the call and made her way to the property management office.

When Waylon finished counting the money, he realized Debra had already left. He shook his head and muttered, "My future wife surely has a bad temper. She didn't even drop a hint before going home alone."

Mumbling to himself, Waylon walked to the villa's entrance and used one of the keys Debra had given him to unlock the gate.

The moment he opened the gate, he was taken aback by the sight that greeted him.