"What's going on, Cheryl? Tell me what happened!" Wendell asked.

"Cousin! You came at just the right time. These two beggars are causing trouble and it's affecting our hotel's image..."

The supervisor pointed at Iris and Leon with a contemptuous expression.

Wendell looked in the direction of Cheryl's finger and immediately saw Iris.

His first glance elicited awe, for he was captivated by Iris's beautiful face and noble temperament.

On his second glance, his expression changed greatly, and beads of cold sweat began appearing on his forehead!

Iris seldom appeared in public, and few of those who were not within the circle of rich or powerful individuals knew what she looked like.

Wendell was never qualified to know Iris, but since the Youngs' business spanned many industries, they would usually entertain VIP guests or major customers of the company by arranging a stay for them at The Sovereign Hotel.

It was by sheer fortune that Wendell was able to meet Iris once before, so he knew Iris's identity at a glance!

At this moment, Wendell was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he almost fell to his knees.

She was not the kind of person he could afford to offend.

"Where's security? Somebody, call security! Is this how you do your job in this hotel? Aren't you going to hurry up and chase those two beggars away!" Cheryl went so far as to start yelling like nobody's business.

"Enough!"

A furious Wendell slapped her.

Following that crisp slap, Cheryl staggered and fell onto the ground.

"W-w-w-why did you slap me?"

Cheryl covered her cheek with one hand and was stunned by that slap.

"You dimwit! Do you know who this is? This is Iris Young! The Youngs' eldest young lady!"

Wendell glared at Cheryl fiercely and he went to chew Cheryl out!

Cheryl was his distant cousin, which led her to bully some of the lowerranked attendants in the hotel because she was connected to him by blood.

He turned a blind eye to her transgressions for the sake of their relatives, but Cheryl caused some serious trouble by provoking Iris!

Given the Youngs' influence in Springfield City, he would be made to suffer alongside Cheryl if the matter was not handled well!

"She... She's THE Iris Young?!"

Cheryl was dumbfounded.

She never saw Iris before but knew about Iris's reputation rather well. She knew that Iris was the Youngs' eldest young lady and was also the highestacclaimed of four famous beauties in Springfield City!

Even if the Youngs did not come for her, Iris's rich admirers would almost certainly rip her to shreds once they found out that she offended Iris.

Cheryl was so frightened that her knees went weak. She knelt immediately and started begging for mercy.

"Miss Young, I'm sorry for not knowing who you were earlier. I didn't mean to offend you. Please find it in your heart to forgive me, rather than take offense with someone like me who is beneath you..."

Cheryl shivered with fright and continued to beg for mercy.

Wendell's heart sank when he saw Iris's expressionless face. He scolded her sharply, "Slap yourself!"

Cheryl hesitated for a moment but eventually gritted her teeth and started slapping herself. She continued to slap herself even harder as she said,

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry..."

She slapped herself with each apology until the corners of her mouth started to bleed.

"Apologize to my friend!" Iris ordered coldly.

"Of course, of course... I'm sorry, Sir. I was wrong..."

Cheryl did not seem to care anymore that Leon was a beggar and immediately knelt in front of him to apologize.

Leon was startled and felt a little overwhelmed.

In the past, his daily routine was divided between staying at home and working at the company. He never went anywhere else.

He never even heard about the four beauties of Springfield City, let alone the Youngs.

He also had no idea that the Youngs were an influential family, and he had no clue as to how formidable the Youngs were.

All he knew was that Iris ordered her bodyguards to beat Brody senseless at the Civil Records Office.

Then there was also Cheryl, who was so frightened after knowing Iris's true identity that she knelt and began begging for mercy.

Those two incidents led him to postulate that the Youngs must be a rich and powerful family.

There was no doubt that Leon felt Iris up quite a bit the previous night, but

Iris seemed to have acted as if none of that happened, causing Leon to wonder why that was the case...

Leon let his imagination run wild for a moment but made sure to snap himself out as soon as possible.

He walked over to Iris and tugged her arm while whispering, "Forget about her, Iris. I'm used to this treatment anyway..."

Iris felt an ache in her heart. She could feel the bitterness and helplessness in Leon's words, along with a subtle hint of his inferiority complex.

"Miss Young, this is entirely Cheryl's fault. I'll discipline her in due time. Please give her another chance to learn from her mistakes," Wendell pleaded sincerely.

His hatred toward Cheryl started to manifest. He needed to make sure that Cheryl did not continue acting like that in the future. She might have been let off the hook on that occasion, but allowing her to continue with her shenanigans would eventually spell doom for him too!

"Get up! Since my friend has elected to forgive you, I will agree to give you one more chance. I hope you'll learn to shape up in the future!" Iris snorted coldly.

She was capable of forgiving when the situation called for it.

After all, she never liked using her identity to oppress others, and she did not want to argue with some insignificant people.

"Thank you, Miss Young. Thank you, Sir..."

Cheryl was finally brave enough to stand up, for she felt as if she was just granted a pardon.

However, the clothes on her back were already soaked in cold sweat.

Many of the guests there were alarmed.

When they found out that the noble and beautiful woman in front of them was Iris, they all had a look of surprise as their eyes glowed with a fiery light.

Many of them secretly took out their cell phones to snap some pictures, as they hoped to get Iris's beautiful appearance on camera.

"Let's go, Leon..."

Iris quickly realized that something was wrong and immediately pulled Leon out of the hotel.

Hotels were tricky places because it was somewhat inappropriate to book a room there with Leon. It would only be detrimental for both of them should any misunderstanding or rumor begin to circulate.

It went without saying that she had a clear conscience and therefore had nothing to fear, but many of her suitors were children of the rich and powerful.

A misunderstanding involving such issues would easily cause unnecessary trouble to Leon.

That was the last thing Iris wanted to see.

...

Dragonbay Villas was one of the most famous, upscale villas in Springfield City. Mountains and rivers surrounded the area and blessed it with exceptionally beautiful scenery.

Those who could afford to live there had to be rich and famous, muses of business tycoons, or those whose reputations were synonymous with elegance and luxury.

Iris bought two sets of high-end clothes for Leon at a nearby mall before returning to the villa with Leon.

"I don't think it's prudent to be booking a hotel room for you to stay in. You can stay at my place for a couple of days and I'll buy you a house tomorrow. You can move into your new home once the formalities are done."

Iris had a slight blush on her pretty face.

As someone who always kept herself chaste, she never once allowed a member of the opposite gender into her residence before, much less invite them to stay overnight.

Be that as it may, she made an exception to bring Leon home to thank him for his life-saving grace.

Of course, the only reason she trusted Leon so much was that he saved her life the previous night. That integrity alone convinced her that Leon was not a bad person.

"Thank you, but you don't have to buy me a house..." Leon waved his hands.

He then realized that his words could easily be misconstrued to imply that he wanted to stay at Iris's house forever.

"That's not what I meant... What I mean to say was, I'll be grateful enough if you find a place where I can rent. I'll return the money you spent on my rent when I've earned some money..."

Leon said with an awkward smile.

Iris smiled in return and did not take his words to heart. She took out an ID card and returned it to him, saying, "Here's your ID card. My men found it in the garbage dump, which got me thinking about why it was there in the first place."

"You're a lifesaver!"

Leon was overjoyed as he took the ID card.

He had no money at all, but having an ID card meant that he could find a job as soon as possible to ensure that his most basic needs in life were met.

Leon's face turned red when he thought back to how his ID card ended up in the garbage dump. He was embarrassed to tell Iris how pitiful of a life he had when he was married, so he explained everything without going too much into detail.

"By the way, Leon, I remember seeing the man stab you with a dagger last night. Are you... alright? Would you like me to take you to the hospital?" Iris asked concernedly.

She remembered having a clear view of the man stabbing Leon in the chest with the dagger, but strangely enough, Leon was alive and well as if nothing happened to him at all.

Iris began to doubt if she saw it that time.

"I'm fine. My injury is fine."

Leon touched his chest subconsciously, but he accidentally made contact with the wound. He frowned in pain as a result and could not help but let out a groan.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt? Okay, we're going to the hospital right now!"

Iris stood up abruptly and had a nervous expression on her face.

"It's not that painful. The pain lasts for only a little while, and it disappears almost as quickly as it arrives. I don't think there's a need to go to the hospital."

The pain gradually lessened as Leon rubbed it back and forth a couple of times.

He wanted to take off his clothes to check on his injury, but he felt embarrassed to do so in front of Iris.

"Take off your clothes and show me how bad it is." Iris was still worried.

"But..."

Leon was incredibly shy and it was a little awkward of him to be taking his clothes off in front of a girl.

"Just hurry up and take them off!" Iris urged.

She practically ignored the fact that Leon was a man-he was young and full of vigor too!

Leon comforted himself by saying that there was nothing to be shy about if she did not mind!

With that thought, he gritted his teeth and took off his shirt to reveal his slim and sturdy figure.

Iris leaned forward to take a look and saw that the wound on Leon's chest already formed a scar. Worse still, the scar was unsightly, like a five-centimeter-long centipede, and anyone who saw it would feel chills down their spine.

"How can you say that it doesn't hurt when the scar is this huge?!"

Iris reached out instinctively and touched the scar on Leon's chest. her nose then became sour, and tears began welling in her eyes.

One could easily imagine how she felt after seeing the scar that remained of Leon's heroics when saving her the last night.

The next moment, however, a curious scene appeared.

With Iris's touch, the scars began to peel off bit by bit, revealing fresh baby-like pink skin underneath.

Iris was dumbfounded. It would usually take at least a month or two for scars to fully form and disappear, yet that was exactly what happened even though it had only been less than a day since the wound was first inflicted. Amazingly, there were no traces of the scar on his new skin.

It was simply unbelievable.

Confused, Iris continued to rub on the scar, moving very gently until everything gradually fell off. Any traces of the scar that was once there was absent from the new skin underneath, and it was almost as if Leon was never injured at all.

Iris's mind went blank.

Leon, on the other hand, blushed!

Iris's fair hands were soft and delicate, and they rubbed back and forth on his chest like the strokes of a lover.

A young, healthy man could not endure such touches!

His body tensed up immediately and his heart thumped wildly. He was so nervous that he was practically on the verge of suffocating.

"What the hell are you two doing?!" an angry voice shouted at that moment.

A square-faced, imposing middle-aged man in his fifties walked into the room.

A gorgeous 36- or 37-year-old woman clung intimately to him. She looked rather charming, albeit with a rather generous application of makeup.

She wore a red tight-fitting dress with a plunging neckline. Her figure was ridiculously good, and she moved her hips with a touch of allure.

"Dad? Why are you here?"

Iris was startled, and only then did she realize that she had one hand on Leon's bare chest.

It was a rather indecent sight.

Iris's dainty cheeks turned scarlet in an instant, and she retracted her hand as if she touched a live wire.

Leon was no better and he hurriedly put on his clothes.

Both Leon and Iris blushed as if they were caught in flagrante delicto.