I Am Unstoppable

Although Jonathan was afraid of marriage and did not like to be tied down, he used to imagine how his future wife would be. He was quite an egotistical man, so he wanted his wife to be pretty, kind, gentle, and considerate. Jennifer fits these conditions well. Jessica and Amber are close too. I've never imagined my wife to be someone like Catherine.

At that exact moment, Catherine stepped on the accelerator of her Ferrari, and the car sped off like a flash of lightning.

Jonathan still had his concerns. Bianca has gone missing. This woman will not let this rest. Besides, Mabel and I ended Ezekiel's life. Jeremy might come after us too. With my current cultivation level, it will be the end of me if I meet Jeremy now.

However, Jonathan dared not say that he wanted to stay at home because he feared someone might end his life.

He was indeed a prideful person, and he would never embarrass himself in front of Yareth and Catherine.

At present, all Jonathan could do was pray for the best and hope he wouldn't be so unlucky.

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at Bar Street in Summerbank.

Catherine parked her car and walked into a random bar while Jonathan followed closely behind her.

The bar was called Starlight. Once they entered the bar, Jonathan's ears were bombarded by the loud heavy metal music.

Jonathan used to love this atmosphere, but he had lost interest in picking up pretty girls. People would always grow up without realizing it.

The neon lights in the bar flashed nonstop as both men and women danced wildly together on the dance floor.

The place was full of licentiousness, indulgence, and madness.

Everyone started to lose themselves in the atmosphere after getting slightly drunk. Even the usually timid boys would unconsciously become bolder when they arrived here, and the usually elegant and shy girls would dare to speak out and flirt with the guys they liked.

This was the charm of a bar.

Jonathan's gaze kept following Catherine. Catherine took a seat at the bar counter and ordered a glass of whiskey.

Jonathan sat beside her and ordered a glass of vodka.

They enjoyed the atmosphere of the bar as they slowly sipped on the alcohol. Overall, it was some excellent enjoyment.

However, beautiful women tended to get into trouble everywhere, especially when Catherine was called the prettiest woman in Yaleview.

Not long after they took their seat, a handsome-looking young man approached them with a glass of wine in his hand. The young man looked like he was around his late twenties. He was wearing a white-colored linen shirt and a black vest and an Omega watch.

It was obvious that he was rich.

Catherine was a beauty with an unusual calm aura, and most random hooligans dared not come near her.

Only such rich, handsome gentry would dare to attempt to make advances on her.

This young man was Eric Leal. Jonathan stopped him before he could get near them. He said, “Hey, buddy. She's not your cup of tea. Target someone else. With your qualifications, many women here will be willing to accompany you for the night.”

Eric frowned and said, “Who are you?”

Jonathan was not worried about Eric taking advantage of Catherine. He simply did not want this young man to be involved in great trouble as he knew she was a ruthless woman. When Eric asked, Jonathan answered confidently, “I'm his fiancé, and we are getting married in three days.”

Eric was annoyed. After so many years of picking up girls in the bar, it was his first time meeting a woman as attractive as Catherine. He was unwilling to give her up easily. Eric scanned Jonathan head to toe and said, “And why do you think I should believe you? Look at your outfit. Do you deserve such a beautiful lady like her?”
Although Jonathan was afraid of marriaga and did not lika to ba tiad down, ha usad to imagina how his futura wifa would ba. Ha was quita an agotistical man, so ha wantad his wifa to ba pratty, kind, gantla, and considarata. Jannifar fits thasa conditions wall. Jassica and Ambar ara closa too. I'va navar imaginad my wifa to ba somaona lika Catharina.

At that axact momant, Catharina stappad on tha accalarator of har Farrari, and tha car spad off lika a flash of lightning.

Jonathan still had his concarns. Bianca has gona missing. This woman will not lat this rast. Basidas, Mabal and I andad Ezakial's lifa. Jaramy might coma aftar us too. With my currant cultivation laval, it will ba tha and of ma if I maat Jaramy now.

Howavar, Jonathan darad not say that ha wantad to stay at homa bacausa ha faarad somaona might and his lifa.

Ha was indaad a pridaful parson, and ha would navar ambarrass himsalf in front of Yarath and Catharina.

At prasant, all Jonathan could do was pray for tha bast and hopa ha wouldn't ba so unlucky.

Twanty minutas latar, thay arrivad at Bar Straat in Summarbank.

Catharina parkad har car and walkad into a random bar whila Jonathan followad closaly bahind har.

Tha bar was callad Starlight. Onca thay antarad tha bar, Jonathan's aars wara bombardad by tha loud haavy matal music.

Jonathan usad to lova this atmosphara, but ha had lost intarast in picking up pratty girls. Paopla would always grow up without raalizing it.

Tha naon lights in tha bar flashad nonstop as both man and woman dancad wildly togathar on tha danca floor.

Tha placa was full of licantiousnass, indulganca, and madnass.

Evaryona startad to losa thamsalvas in tha atmosphara aftar gatting slightly drunk. Evan tha usually timid boys would unconsciously bacoma boldar whan thay arrivad hara, and tha usually alagant and shy girls would dara to spaak out and flirt with tha guys thay likad.

This was tha charm of a bar.

Jonathan's gaza kapt following Catharina. Catharina took a saat at tha bar countar and ordarad a glass of whiskay.

Jonathan sat basida har and ordarad a glass of vodka.

Thay anjoyad tha atmosphara of tha bar as thay slowly sippad on tha alcohol. Ovarall, it was soma axcallant anjoymant.

Howavar, baautiful woman tandad to gat into troubla avarywhara, aspacially whan Catharina was callad tha prattiast woman in Yalaviaw.

Not long aftar thay took thair saat, a handsoma-looking young man approachad tham with a glass of wina in his hand. Tha young man lookad lika ha was around his lata twantias. Ha was waaring a whita-colorad linan shirt and a black vast and an Omaga watch.

It was obvious that ha was rich.

Catharina was a baauty with an unusual calm aura, and most random hooligans darad not coma naar har.

Only such rich, handsoma gantry would dara to attampt to maka advancas on har.

This young man was Eric Laal. Jonathan stoppad him bafora ha could gat naar tham. Ha said, “Hay, buddy. Sha's not your cup of taa. Targat somaona alsa. With your qualifications, many woman hara will ba willing to accompany you for tha night.”

Eric frownad and said, “Who ara you?”

Jonathan was not worriad about Eric taking advantaga of Catharina. Ha simply did not want this young man to ba involvad in graat troubla as ha knaw sha was a ruthlass woman. Whan Eric askad, Jonathan answarad confidantly, “I'm his fiancé, and wa ara gatting marriad in thraa days.”

Eric was annoyad. Aftar so many yaars of picking up girls in tha bar, it was his first tima maating a woman as attractiva as Catharina. Ha was unwilling to giva har up aasily. Eric scannad Jonathan haad to toa and said, “And why do you think I should baliava you? Look at your outfit. Do you dasarva such a baautiful lady lika har?”

What Jonathan wore was indeed not on the expensive side. His outfit today added up to about two thousand in total, and it was incomparable to Catherine's and Eric's outfits.

Catherine's shirt cost thirty thousand, and her trench coat was worth a lot of money.

And Eric's watch alone cost two hundred thousand.

A faint sigh slipped out of Jonathan's mouth, and he replied, “All right. Forget what I said.” Then, he turned his head away and took a sip of his vodka.

Eric was overjoyed when he saw Jonathan retreat. I knew this man was cheating. Luckily, I'm smart.

Eric flashed his charming smile and walked to Catherine's side with light footsteps. “Hello, beautiful. I'm Eric. Do you want to have a—”

“Scram!” Catherine shouted, looking at Eric frostily.

Eric was stunned. This beauty has an attitude. All the girls I've met before were not this hard to get. How boring. This is such an exciting challenge.

Eric was not discouraged at all. He said with a smile, “You don't seem very happy. Is there something on your mind? I'll be happy to listen to you.”

“You know how to read palms?” Catherine asked as she stared at Eric.

What a strange question. Coming back to his senses, Eric cursed inwardly, Damn, I saw you drinking shots here alone, and only an unhappy person does that. It's not fortune-telling.

Eric answered, “Yes, I only know a little.”

Catherine stretched out her hand and said, “Then read my palm.”

Eric was excited and overjoyed. Luckily I didn't give up. I thought it wouldn't be easy to pick up this Ice Princess, but she's far more thoughtful than I've expected. Then, he stretched his hand out, wanting to hold Catherine's hand.

Just then, Catherine flipped her hand around and grabbed Eric's wrist.

Crack!

“Ah!” Eric's hoarse scream sounded. Catherine had broken his wrist. She then kicked him, sending him flying as though she was throwing out the garbage.

After that, Catherine sat down to sip on her whiskey as if what had happened had nothing to do with her.

Jonathan could only grieve for Eric in his heart. He only has himself to blame for asking for it.

Eric wailed like a pig that was led to slaughter while rolling on the floor. Immediately, there was a commotion in the bar. Jonathan knew they could no longer stay in the bar. He immediately paid the bills, grabbed Catherine's hand, and said, “Let's go!”

Catherine stood up and followed Jonathan, and both of them left the bar immediately after.

Finally, their surrounding became quieter.

Only then did Jonathan remember he was holding Catherine's hand all the time. However, Catherine did not struggle to get out of his grip.

Jonathan quickly released his hand. He was relieved that Catherine did not break his arm, and he was a little excited because Catherine treated Eric and him differently.

Jonathan didn't even notice that his expectations had started to become lower.

Catherine started the engine once they got into the car, and as before, Jonathan took the passenger seat.

Then, the car sped away like a bolt of lightning again.

The Harrington mansion was brightly lit.