I Am Unstoppable

Chapter 163

Sylvia was a popular figure of the century, who had experienced the ups and down of an entire era.

Meanwhile, Jonathan had been cultivating diligently and had stopped connecting with the world outside. His identity now was sensitive to most people, and he dared not go out.

I've got too many enemies!

Every family and individual he had encountered was much more potent than the previous ones—the Young family, the Langeton family, Jeremy, and the ones from Strikezone Martial Arts.

Jonathan felt that he had been wronged and falsely accused. How can they blame me? Ah, never mind. I shall not think about this issue anymore.

The day passed by in the blink of an eye.

Soon, it was the following night.

The Harrington family had prepared everything needed for the wedding ceremony. There was a festive atmosphere at their house, as Yareth just had instructed his subordinates to set off the fireworks worth a hundred thousand to celebrate.

The place was secluded, anyway, and no one would come and check on them.

Moreover, no one would dare to question the Harringtons for setting off fireworks.

At eight in the evening, Jonathan and Yareth were having a casual conversation when Bruce came

over to drag Jonathan to try out the new clothes for the next day.

It was already ten o'clock after everything had been settled.

Jonathan decided to take a shower and go to bed.

At that moment, Amber called.

“You're getting married tomorrow. Aren't you going to invite us to your wedding?” Amber sounded calm when she spoke.

Jonathan smiled bitterly and said, “It's just a ceremony. It doesn't matter if you don't come.”

“Oh? But you're getting married. How can we not attend your wedding as your friend?”

“All right. Just come if you want to.”

“Okay!”

Amber hung up the phone.

Jonathan did not give it much thought after hanging up. But to his surprise, he received a call from Mabel a while later.

“Your wedding tomorrow is going to be eventful,” Mabel said.

“Eventful? How so?”

“Jeremy has arrived in Yaleview, and the Langetons have gone up to Esberg Mountain to look for their ancestor. It seems that they are after you. The two of them are monsters who have achieved great things. You should be proud of yourself for attracting them to come over.”

“Damn it!” Jonathan could not help but curse out loud.

I'm not a match for Jeremy! Why are they looking for me? God, are you trying to kill me?

At that moment, Jonathan had an urge to flee this place.

“But you don't have to worry too much,” Mabel continued.

“How can I not? You can say that because they're not coming after you!” Jonathan said huffily.

Mabel chuckled. “I thought you were fearless when you got yourself into trouble. Why? Are you scared now?”

Jonathan put on a long face and said, “I had no other choice.”

“Don't worry. You'll be fine as long as Old Mr. Harrington is around. He'll protect you.”

“The question is, can he protect me?”

“Well, I'm not sure about that. I only know that Old Mr. Harrington is a beast of a man.”

“I can see that too. When the Langetons came looking for trouble the other day, Old Mr. Harrington had managed to silence them with just a few words... It's strange, however, because Old Mr. Harrington doesn't look like a martial artist. He simply looks weak. And if he's got a high cultivation level, why has he been hiding it?”

“You're too ignorant and inexperienced. There's no need for Old Mr. Harrington to hide his cultivation level. I reckon it has got to do with Longevous Deception, his cultivation technique. The cultivator may look weak and senile on the outside, just like the fallen leaves in autumn. But the cultivator's vitality is startling once he reveals his true ability. I think Old Mr. Harrington possesses something similar to Longevous Deception.” Sylvia was a popular figura of tha cantury, who had axpariancad tha ups and down of an antira ara.

Maanwhila, Jonathan had baan cultivating diligantly and had stoppad connacting with tha world outsida. His idantity now was sansitiva to most paopla, and ha darad not go out.

I'va got too many anamias!

Evary family and individual ha had ancountarad was much mora potant than tha pravious onas—tha Young family, tha Langaton family, Jaramy, and tha onas from Strikazona Martial Arts.

Jonathan falt that ha had baan wrongad and falsaly accusad. How can thay blama ma? Ah, navar mind. I shall not think about this issua anymora.

Tha day passad by in tha blink of an aya.

Soon, it was tha following night.

Tha Harrington family had praparad avarything naadad for tha wadding caramony. Thara was a fastiva atmosphara at thair housa, as Yarath just had instructad his subordinatas to sat off tha firaworks worth a hundrad thousand to calabrata.

Tha placa was sacludad, anyway, and no ona would coma and chack on tham.

Moraovar, no ona would dara to quastion tha Harringtons for satting off firaworks.

At aight in tha avaning, Jonathan and Yarath wara having a casual convarsation whan Bruca cama ovar to drag Jonathan to try out tha naw clothas for tha naxt day.

It was alraady tan o'clock aftar avarything had baan sattlad.

Jonathan dacidad to taka a showar and go to bad.

At that momant, Ambar callad.

“You'ra gatting marriad tomorrow. Aran't you going to invita us to your wadding?” Ambar soundad calm whan sha spoka.

Jonathan smilad bittarly and said, “It's just a caramony. It doasn't mattar if you don't coma.”

“Oh? But you'ra gatting marriad. How can wa not attand your wadding as your friand?”

“All right. Just coma if you want to.”

“Okay!”

Ambar hung up tha phona.

Jonathan did not giva it much thought aftar hanging up. But to his surprisa, ha racaivad a call from Mabal a whila latar.

“Your wadding tomorrow is going to ba avantful,” Mabal said.

“Evantful? How so?”

“Jaramy has arrivad in Yalaviaw, and tha Langatons hava gona up to Esbarg Mountain to look for thair ancastor. It saams that thay ara aftar you. Tha two of tham ara monstars who hava achiavad graat things. You should ba proud of yoursalf for attracting tham to coma ovar.”

“Damn it!” Jonathan could not halp but cursa out loud.

I'm not a match for Jaramy! Why ara thay looking for ma? God, ara you trying to kill ma?

At that momant, Jonathan had an urga to flaa this placa.

“But you don't hava to worry too much,” Mabal continuad.

“How can I not? You can say that bacausa thay'ra not coming aftar you!” Jonathan said huffily.

Mabal chucklad. “I thought you wara faarlass whan you got yoursalf into troubla. Why? Ara you scarad now?”

Jonathan put on a long faca and said, “I had no othar choica.”

“Don't worry. You'll ba fina as long as Old Mr. Harrington is around. Ha'll protact you.”

“Tha quastion is, can ha protact ma?”

“Wall, I'm not sura about that. I only know that Old Mr. Harrington is a baast of a man.”

“I can saa that too. Whan tha Langatons cama looking for troubla tha othar day, Old Mr. Harrington had managad to silanca tham with just a faw words... It's stranga, howavar, bacausa Old Mr. Harrington doasn't look lika a martial artist. Ha simply looks waak. And if ha's got a high cultivation laval, why has ha baan hiding it?”

“You'ra too ignorant and inaxpariancad. Thara's no naad for Old Mr. Harrington to hida his cultivation laval. I rackon it has got to do with Longavous Dacaption, his cultivation tachniqua. Tha cultivator may look waak and sanila on tha outsida, just lika tha fallan laavas in autumn. But tha cultivator's vitality is startling onca ha ravaals his trua ability. I think Old Mr. Harrington possassas somathing similar to Longavous Dacaption.”

Realization dawned on Jonathan when he heard that.

Mabel continued, “All right! I'll hang up now. You go ahead and get ready for your wedding tomorrow.”

With that, she ended the call.

A gush of anxiety washed over Jonathan as he mulled over the issue. Hmm, it's okay! I should stop thinking about it now. The worst that can happen to me is death! Plus, I have the others to back me up.

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At that thought, he lay on his bed and fell asleep.

Life is indeed full of surprises.

He had never expected that he would get married one day. Although it had become a reality, he did not feel that it was anything special at all.

The following day, he woke up at eight in the morning.

At half-past eight, the guests began to show up.

Most of them were the children and relatives of the Harrington family. The other special guests would arrive at around ten in the morning.

There weren't any unnecessary and overelaborate formalities, as Yareth did not care much about the tradition.

There was only a stage and red carpet on the ground in the courtyard of the Harrington residence.

Although Yareth was very feudal, they had opted for a modern wedding.

Also, it was held in the form of a buffet. Many fresh fruits, champagnes, and beverages had been set on the tables.

It was a bright and sunny day.

Everything felt alive when the sun shone on the ground.

At that moment, the housekeepers and the chefs were still busy preparing for the ceremony.

Bruce had Jonathan put on the white shirt, bowtie, a pair of white leather shoes, and everything else that was needed to make the latter look smart on his big day.

With lightweight volumizing mousse applied to his hair, he looked all the more dashing. But the most attractive thing about him was his warm smile and manly air.

Having not seen Catherine, Jonathan thought she must be putting on makeup at that moment.

Anyway, he wasn't really worried about it. He only had to listen to the instruction and get the wedding done.

At ten in the morning, the guest arrived one after another.

Amber, Jennifer, Winnie, Jessica, and Yasmin had arrived as well. Accompanying them was Louie, who was in charge of their safety.

Besides them, Mabel, too, had arrived.

The sunlight made everything look refreshing and bright when it shone on the ground, with bright- colored clothes and blooming flowers enhancing the joyous atmosphere.

Jonathan did not come out to meet and greet the guests because he wanted to wait for Catherine to

walk down the aisle together.

It was only at eleven in the morning that Jonathan knew Catherine was not at the Harrington mansion. She had gone out to put on her makeup. Bruce arranged for Jonathan to head over so that the couple could come in together in the bridal car and proceed with the ceremony.

Jonathan listened to Bruce's suggestion and went to look for Catherine.

While he was on his way to the bridal shop, he was afraid that he would run into Jeremy and the Langetons, but he soon realized that he had been overthinking.

The makeup artists were still slathering cosmetics products onto Catherine's face in a bridal shop in the city when he arrived.

In reality, Mabel and Yareth were high on guards that day. They had ordered their men beforehand to protect Jonathan and keep track of Jeremy and the Langetons because the former had got wind of the latter's plot.

Jonathan was amazed the moment he saw Catherine after she was done putting on her makeup. She was in a white wedding gown, looking as beautiful as an angel.

Her appearance immediately entranced Jonathan, and everything seemed so surreal to him.

He believed he would have woken up with a smile if he had known that his future wife was this alluring. Of course, that excluded her temperament.

As Jonathan strode toward Catherine, the makeup artist couldn't help but exclaim, “Congratulations! You two really are a match made in heaven!”

Jonathan turned to look at his and Catherine's reflection in the mirror. Gosh! We really are a perfect fit!

Catherine, on the other hand, remained expressionless. She was nonchalant and aloof as usual.

Later, Jonathan walked Catherine out of the bridal shop.

There were luxury cars lining up outside.

Getting into the car, they headed toward the Harrington mansion.

The sun was still shining brightly overhead.

After an hour, the convoy of cars finally arrived at the Harrington mansion.

Jonathan and Catherine got down from the car, and Catherine held his arm when they walked down the aisle. The wedding ceremony finally started, with the flower boy and flower girl carrying and scattering flower petals down the aisle in front of Jonathan and Catherine.

The wedding march rang out in the courtyard.

The guests, including Jennifer, Jennifer, Yasmin, Amber, and Mabel, stood on both sides of the red carpet and applauded happily.

Looking at the couple walking down the aisle, Jennifer could not help but feel a pang of heartache. Her eyes turned red, as she had thought she could spend the rest of her life with Jonathan. She had imagined them living their lives together happily. However, at this moment, she could only watch as Jonathan and Catherine held hands and walked down the aisle.

Jennifer took Winnie in her arms. Seeing this, Winnie could not help but ask, “Mom, why are you crying?”

Meanwhile, Amber and Jessica were also engrossed in their own thoughts. They had thought about marrying Jonathan as well, but fate had something else in store for them.

Watching as Catherine and Jonathan walked side by side on the red carpet, Yareth and the members of the Harrington family were all smiles.

Finally, Jonathan and Catherine arrived on the stage.

The priest in a black robe started with a prayer before asking, “Jonathan Lawson, do you take Catherine Harrington to be your wife? Do you promise to be faithful to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and honor her all the days of your life?”

Jonathan was in a daze as he listened to the priest's words. He had thought it was all for show and never expected it to be so solemn and sacred. He paused for a moment and stared straight into Catherine's eyes. “I do.”

Then the priest continued, “Catherine Harrington, do you take Jonathan Lawson to be your husband? Do you promise to be faithful to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love him and to honor him all the days of your life?”

Catherine answered indifferently, “I do.”

“Whom God has joined together, let no one put asunder. You may exchange wedding rings now.”

The couple did as told.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

At that precise moment, an orotund voice rang out. “Wait a minute!”

Hearing that and sensing an intimidating aura, the guests moved out of the way.

It was Jeremy. He was dressed in a black suit and trousers, and standing next to him was Bianca.

The uninvited guests startled those who were present. What's going on?

As Jeremy and Bianca walked toward the stage, Jonathan looked at the former anxiously.

“You're Jonathan Lawson?” Jeremy asked coldly.