Lord Underworld

Purple Mountain Villa District, Valestile City. Jacob Grantham couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the guy mopping the floor in front of him. "What are you doing, Lord Underworld?" he blurted out. The man glanced up at Jacob, nonchalantly asking, "Oh, it's you. Got the stuff?" Jacob hastily pulled out a rustic wooden box and handed it over. The man opened the box, revealing two vials containing blue liquid resting inside. This was the latest breakthrough from the Underworld - the K19 serum. Not only could this serum fix genetic defects, but it could also unleash human potential and extend lifespan! In a short span, it could boost personal immunity and enhance physical strength! The Saudi royal family was willing to pay a fortune, offering five oil fields just to get their hands on a single dose of K19! But alas, this serum wasn't for sale. Money couldn't buy it! "Alright, drop off the things and you may go," the man ordered. Seeing the dismissal, Jacob couldn't help but shake his head in resignation. He was the wealthiest man in Loussia, ranking third on the global wealth charts as a financial titan. Ordinary folks would struggle just to catch a glimpse of him, yet here he was, running errands for this guy, summoned at his beck and call. Jacob sighed inwardly. But then again, who could have imagined that the once infamous overlord, the Lord Underworld, would become a mere son-in-law in the Joseph family, became nothing more than a household caretaker? Thinking of the recent activities in the temple, Jacob gathered his courage and spoke up, "Lord Underworld, the Saudi royal family has upped the ante." "They're willing to offer Princess Misha's hand in marriage to the Underworld in exchange for protection," he added. The man paused, raising an eyebrow. "Misha, the underage one?" Jacob chuckled bitterly, "Lord Underworld, Misha has come of age. Her coming-of-age ceremony is in a few days." The man shrugged, "I'm married, I love my wife. I'll only ever have one woman in my life. I don't need a second wife." "As for the serum, it's up to you guys." Jacob grew anxious, "Lord Underworld, are you really going to abandon us like this? The Underworld can't go a day without its ruler!" The man gave Jacob a cold stare. "Is the Underworld worthy of comparing to my wife?" Just one look, and Jacob felt frozen in place, fear gripping his heart. "Wasn't I clear enough before?" the man continued icily. "I'm tired. I want to live a normal life. Hermes is in charge of all Underworld affairs from now on." "And one more thing, don't call me the Underworld King anymore. I'm Isaac Arnold, got it?" Isaac shifted his gaze back to the floor, resuming his mopping. Jacob collapsed to his knees, gasping for air. Just one glance, and Jacob felt like he'd faced death. If it weren't for Isaac's leniency, he would've been a corpse by now! Suppressing his fear, Jacob pulled out a business card, placing it respectfully on the table. "Mr. Arnold, this is my personal card. If you ever need anything, feel free to call the number on it." "Get lost," Isaac muttered without looking up. Jacob felt a wave of relief wash over him as he bowed and hastily left the courtyard, hopping into his custom Cadillac "Beast," kicking up dust as he sped away. "Finally done cleaning." Isaac straightened up, giving his waist a satisfying pat. For the past two years as a son-in-law marrying into this family, Isaac's daily routine consisted of cooking, cleaning, and laundry. His wife had a mild case of OCD and was allergic to dust. So, for her health, Isaac thoroughly cleaned the entire villa from top to bottom every day. Tossing the business card on the table into the trash, Isaac was about to head inside when he heard a familiar voice outside the gate. Hearing it, Isaac's face lit up, and he hurried over to open the gate. Exquisite features, skin like porcelain. The woman stepping out of the car was simply stunning! She wore a white V-neck short-sleeved top paired with a brown pleated skirt. Beneath the high-quality clothes lay mesmerizing curves! With each step, her ample bosom gently swayed, tantalizingly close to bursting forth! Her long and shapely legs, unadorned by stockings, glistened like polished ivory in the sunlight, flawless and radiant! Isaac stood at the door with a happy smile, brimming with joy. This was his wife, the Sales Department Manager of Joseph Group - Molly Joseph! "Why are you standing there like an i***t? Come help with the stuff," Molly commanded as soon as she saw Isaac, her eyebrows furrowing involuntarily. Initially, Molly wasn't too resistant towards Isaac. After all, he was handsome and charming. But after being married for so long, every time Molly tried to persuade Isaac to go out and find a job, he would flatly refuse, stating that he only wanted to stay at home, cooking and cleaning, being a househusband. How could a man lack ambition? Every time she thought of this, Molly felt frustrated. Naturally, she wouldn't give Isaac a good face. Hurrying forward, Isaac took the gift box from Molly's hands. "Darling, you've been working hard. I've already cut the fruits, and I just finished mopping the floor." Seeing Isaac's eager-to-please expression, Molly grew even angrier. "Did you buy the things I asked you to buy?" Isaac smiled, "I went to the shop you mentioned. Their ginseng wasn't up to par, and there were a lot of counterfeits..." Before Isaac could finish, Molly raised an eyebrow, cutting him off, "So, you didn't buy it?" Embarrassed, Isaac chuckled, "I didn't buy the ginseng you mentioned, but I got something better..." "That's enough!" Molly snapped, her voice sharp. "Isaac, oh Isaac, you can't even handle such a small task of buying a gift properly. What can you do?" Isaac tried to explain, "No, darling, there were indeed issues with their ginseng..." But before Isaac could finish, a Mercedes pulled up in front of them. The window rolled down, and a woman bedecked in finery removed her sunglasses, greeting them both. "Well, isn't it Molly and her useless husband? Granny's birthday banquet is about to begin, and here you are still arguing?" The woman's voice was laced with mockery. Molly's face turned cold, "Alva, our business has nothing to do with you." "No, no, no," Alva wagged her finger, "Molly, my dear cousin, Granny specially invited the Harrison family from Leincothe city to the banquet this time." "We share the Joseph name, and I'm afraid you and your useless husband might embarrass the Joseph family." "So, how about this, you give me the gift you prepared, and I'll pass it on to Granny. That way, you won't have to embarrass yourselves. How about it?" "Molly, you're going too far!" Isaac exclaimed. Seeing Molly's anger, Alva put her sunglasses back on and laughed heartily. "Look at you, getting all worked up. Alright, if you insist on embarrassing yourselves, I won't stop you. See you at the birthday banquet." Watching the Mercedes kick up dust as it drove away, Molly clenched her fists, gritting her teeth. If it weren't for Isaac staying at home every day, revolving around the housework, how could she become the butt of someone else's jokes?