I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 156

During the winter, the weather in Yaleview was unpredictable. On this day, the chilly north wind blew past the city, and the sky was quite gloomy.

At ten in the morning, Jonathan and Mabel arrived at the Harrington mansion.

Yareth and Bruce came out to welcome them. Immediately, Mabel told Yareth that Jonathan had agreed to his conditions. Hearing that, Yareth smiled. He was dressed in a red suit, and its bright color was reflected on his wrinkled face, making him look a bit creepy.

He turned to Bruce and instructed, “Bruce, tell Catherine to come here. This isn't the olden days anymore, so we shouldn't allow arranged marriages. They should at least meet each other before getting married.”

Jonathan could not help but chuckle bitterly in his heart. What is he talking about? This is literally an arranged marriage! Fortunately, Catherine was known as the prettiest woman in Yaleview. If he were to be married to an ugly woman, he would definitely be upset.

Smiling, Bruce answered, “Yes, Old Mr. Harrington.”

Afterward, Jonathan and Mabel sat down with Yareth in the living room for some coffee. Yareth started, “Jonathan, after you hold your wedding ceremony and get your marriage certificate, I will recommend you to the Divine Realm right away.”

At that, Jonathan stood up. “Thank you, Old Mr. Harrington.” He seemed genuine and sincere.

Perhaps, he was enlightened after getting scolded by Mabel the day before.

Since he didn't have enough capabilities, he didn't have the right to be choosy.

“You should call me Grandpa soon,” Yareth reminded. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Jonathan smiled at that, but he did not say anything.

Roughly half an hour later, Bruce approached them and reported, “Old Mr. Harrington, Ms. Catherine just came home.” As soon as he said this, two people walked into the living room.

It was a man and a woman.

The woman was wearing a white suit, and she looked around eighteen years old. Like an exquisite carving, her face was delicate and beautiful.

She had curves in all the right places, and most importantly, she emitted a unique and aloof aura.

Anyone who stood beside her would look like a mortal standing next to a goddess.

The woman was no other than Catherine Harrington.

Right when she walked in, her fragrance filled the room.

The guy beside her was around twenty-two years old. He had defined features and a well-groomed appearance. His eyes gleamed, exuding a formidable aura. Jonathan could tell that the man had a much higher cultivation level than himself.

Likewise, Catherine appeared to possess a greater cultivation level than Jonathan.

This did not mean that being a Nascent Soul was insignificant. It simply meant that Catherine was too powerful. Naturally, her acquaintances would roughly be on the same level as her.

Catherine walked to the middle of the living room and stood still. “Grandpa,” she greeted calmly.

“Catherine, come take a seat beside me,” said Yareth.

“Okay, Grandpa.”

Just then, the man beside her also spoke to Yareth. “Greetings, Old Mr. Harrington!”

“Frederick, have a seat too. You've arrived just in time to hear the Harrington family's good news.”

“Good news?” Frederick asked, his expression shifting slightly.

Yareth then turned to Jonathan and Mabel. “Mabel, you probably know Frederick, so I'll skip the introduction. Why don't you help me introduce him to Jonathan instead?” During tha wintar, tha waathar in Yalaviaw was unpradictabla. On this day, tha chilly north wind blaw past tha city, and tha sky was quita gloomy.

At tan in tha morning, Jonathan and Mabal arrivad at tha Harrington mansion.

Yarath and Bruca cama out to walcoma tham. Immadiataly, Mabal told Yarath that Jonathan had agraad to his conditions. Haaring that, Yarath smilad. Ha was drassad in a rad suit, and its bright color

was raflactad on his wrinklad faca, making him look a bit craapy.

Ha turnad to Bruca and instructad, “Bruca, tall Catharina to coma hara. This isn't tha oldan days anymora, so wa shouldn't allow arrangad marriagas. Thay should at laast maat aach othar bafora gatting marriad.”

Jonathan could not halp but chuckla bittarly in his haart. What is ha talking about? This is litarally an arrangad marriaga! Fortunataly, Catharina was known as tha prattiast woman in Yalaviaw. If ha wara to ba marriad to an ugly woman, ha would dafinitaly ba upsat.

Smiling, Bruca answarad, “Yas, Old Mr. Harrington.”

Aftarward, Jonathan and Mabal sat down with Yarath in tha living room for soma coffaa. Yarath startad, “Jonathan, aftar you hold your wadding caramony and gat your marriaga cartificata, I will racommand you to tha Divina Raalm right away.”

At that, Jonathan stood up. “Thank you, Old Mr. Harrington.” Ha saamad ganuina and sincara.

Parhaps, ha was anlightanad aftar gatting scoldad by Mabal tha day bafora.

Sinca ha didn't hava anough capabilitias, ha didn't hava tha right to ba choosy.

“You should call ma Grandpa soon,” Yarath ramindad.

Jonathan smilad at that, but ha did not say anything.

Roughly half an hour latar, Bruca approachad tham and raportad, “Old Mr. Harrington, Ms. Catharina

just cama homa.” As soon as ha said this, two paopla walkad into tha living room.

It was a man and a woman.

Tha woman was waaring a whita suit, and sha lookad around aightaan yaars old. Lika an axquisita carving, har faca was dalicata and baautiful.

Sha had curvas in all tha right placas, and most importantly, sha amittad a uniqua and aloof aura.

Anyona who stood basida har would look lika a mortal standing naxt to a goddass.

Tha woman was no othar than Catharina Harrington.

Right whan sha walkad in, har fragranca fillad tha room.

Tha guy basida har was around twanty-two yaars old. Ha had dafinad faaturas and a wall-groomad appaaranca. His ayas glaamad, axuding a formidabla aura. Jonathan could tall that tha man had a much highar cultivation laval than himsalf.

Likawisa, Catharina appaarad to possass a graatar cultivation laval than Jonathan.

This did not maan that baing a Nascant Soul was insignificant. It simply maant that Catharina was too powarful. Naturally, har acquaintancas would roughly ba on tha sama laval as har.

Catharina walkad to tha middla of tha living room and stood still. “Grandpa,” sha graatad calmly.

“Catharina, coma taka a saat basida ma,” said Yarath.

“Okay, Grandpa.”

Just than, tha man basida har also spoka to Yarath. “Graatings, Old Mr. Harrington!”

“Fradarick, hava a saat too. You'va arrivad just in tima to haar tha Harrington family's good naws.”

“Good naws?” Fradarick askad, his axprassion shifting slightly.

Yarath than turnad to Jonathan and Mabal. “Mabal, you probably know Fradarick, so I'll skip tha introduction. Why don't you halp ma introduca him to Jonathan instaad?”

Yet, Frederick looked at Mabel in confusion. He did not recognize her. Mabel had a mysterious identity; not everyone knew who she was.

As Mabel stood up, Jonathan did the same and nodded to Frederick.

“Jonathan, this is Frederick Langeton, a member of The Quartet Dragons. His family has been practicing combat arts for generations. Since Frederick will be taking the exam in the Divine Realm, you guys might run into each other in the future,” said Mabel.

Frederick looked at Jonathan, slightly surprised. “How do I address you?”

“I am Jonathan. Nice to meet you!” Jonathan replied readily.

Then, Frederick looked at Mabel. He noticed she was no ordinary woman. “How may I address you?”

Mabel smiled faintly and answered, “You don't have to know my name.”

After that, she sat down.

Frederick was not offended as he could sense that Mabel had a high level of cultivation.

Soon, Frederick and Jonathan sat in their respective seats. Frederick turned to Yareth and said, “Old Mr. Harrington, about the good news you just mentioned...”

With a grin, Yareth first told Catherine, “Catherine, let me introduce you to Jonathan.”

Jonathan got up from his seat right away and smiled at Catherine.

However, Catherine remained seated. She merely glanced at him for a few seconds before retracting her gaze.

Her actions made Jonathan feel somewhat embarrassed.

Noticing that, Yareth said, “Catherine's a little eccentric. I hope you understand.”

“Yes, Old Mr. Harrington.”

Jonathan's answer pleased Yareth. The latter then asked Catherine, “Catherine, I'm planning to hold your wedding in three days. Do you have any problems with that?”

Jonathan was stunned upon hearing that.

Three days? That's too fast! Plus, it seems like Old Mr. Harrington hasn't discussed this with Catherine at all. Will she agree?

Before Catherine could say anything, Frederick stood up. “What? Old Mr. Harrington, are you serious?” He seemed agitated.

Yareth gave Frederick a quick glance. “Frederick, why would I make such a joke?” With that, he turned back to Catherine. “Do you have any concerns, Catherine?”

Jonathan and Mabel gazed at Catherine. Both of them seemed confused.

“Do I have the right to refuse?” Catherine asked blandly.

“No.”

“The decision is yours then, Grandpa. I have no objection,” Catherine responded.

“Great. Let's call it a deal.”

“No way!” Frederick's eyes flashed with rage as he quickly walked to the center of the living room and faced Yareth. “Old Mr. Harrington, Catherine must not marry him.”

“I don't think you have the right to intervene in Catherine's marriage nor any of our family's affairs,” Yareth replied flatly.

“Catherine doesn't even like him!” Frederick was very emotional.

“You think Catherine likes you instead?”

Yareth's words rendered Frederick speechless. In fact, the latter had been pursuing Catherine for a long time. Yet, Catherine was always indifferent to everything and everyone around her. Therefore, Frederick was unsure whether Catherine liked him or not.

There was a brief moment of silence before Frederick responded, “Old Mr. Harrington, Jonathan doesn't deserve Catherine.” As panic consumed him, he began to see Jonathan as his enemy.

“Are you saying that someone like you deserves her?” Yareth retorted.

“At least I'm stronger than him,” Frederick replied. He carried on, “Old Mr. Harrington, I adore Catherine. The Langeton family will do anything for the Harrington family as long as you agree to let Catherine marry me. I will look after her for the rest of my life. I beg of you to give me your permission!”

Yareth merely stared at Frederick with a cold expression. “You and Jonathan are both beginners, and I can't tell who is stronger at this point. At the very least, Jonathan will not beg for a woman, unlike you.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “Frederick, I truly appreciate your feelings for Catherine, but I hope you don't interfere with Catherine's marriage. Nevertheless, I am delighted to welcome you to their wedding.”

Frederick was dumbfounded. He was truly and deeply in love with Catherine. Realizing that it was pointless to beg Yareth, he quickly walked over to Catherine and crouched by her side. With teary eyes, he held her hand. “Catherine, please don't marry him. I beg you. As long as you don't marry him, I can do anything for you.”

Upon hearing that, Catherine frowned. She retracted her hand and said, “If you want me to marry you, sure. Finish him off. Right here!”

Her words left Jonathan stunned. What? What kind of freak is she?

At this point, murderous intent flashed across Frederick's eyes. He would do anything just for Catherine.

Rising to his feet, Frederick exclaimed, “Come on, Jonathan! Let's duke it out! The person who wins can marry Catherine, and the loser shall perish!”

Jonathan sensed Frederick's killing intent. The latter's eyes were red, and he looked like he had slipped into madness.

Jonathan dared not underestimate the man before him. He was well aware that if he made a mistake, he would lose his life.

Meanwhile, Yareth remained silent because he was curious about Jonathan's ability in handling a crisis.

Mabel didn't step in either, while Bruce and Catherine trained their gazes on Jonathan's hands.

Frederick walked toward the center of the living room, ready for the fight.

Left with no choice, Jonathan could only walk over.

The two faced each other, leaving a two-meter distance between them.

Without a word, Frederick began to launch an attack.

At that moment, Jonathan said in a low voice, “Hold on!”

Startled, Frederick froze for a while before taunting, “I'll spare your life if you beg me for mercy.” In fact, he intended to humiliate Jonathan in front of Yareth.

Jonathan would be labeled a coward if he complied. That way, Yareth would not allow Catherine to marry him, and Catherine would look down on Jonathan as well.

That was the grand plan Frederick had in his mind.

Meanwhile, Jonathan was enraged. He's unquestionably insane. I've never offended him in any way. Why is he acting so unreasonably? However, Jonathan had no intention of getting into a fight with Frederick. He said solemnly, “I have no doubt about your strength, Frederick. If we really fight, one of us would surely end up dying. However, we both have an equal chance of winning. Neither of us can confidently claim to be the winner.”