Her Personal Bodyguard

A young man seated at the dining table said with a dry chuckle, “Honey, uh, I have no money. Should you…”Eira Moore frowned. “Flynn, do you know you look so lowly that it’s nauseating?” “M-My money’s overseas. As my wife, help me out.” Flynn Sheridan rubbed his neck in embarrassment. It was his first time asking for money from a woman.Back when he was abroad, money was nothing to him. Now that he was suddenly back, he finally knew that nothing could be done without money.Despite that, he had a beautiful and rich wife. The relationship’s status was just a title, but they lived under the same roof. She should have enough for him too.Eira Moore was 22 years old. She was the CEO of Manya Apparel and the ice princess of Whittann. She wore a white blouse and black skirt that fitted to her perfect proportions like a glove, and her long shiny hair cascaded down her shoulders—her grace was apparent. Her arms were fair, and her neck was like a swan. The ethereal air she exuded made her

The woman had delicate features, and her lustrous hair was captivating. Fair like snow, her face was angry and on guard. She was almost as good-looking as Eira.Flynn could not quite believe she would be into magazines like this.The woman was none other than Claire, who had just come back from the CEO’s office. She had wanted to get herself prepared for the evaluation in the afternoon, only to see this man just as she entered.The whole office was female-dominated, and she had never seen this man before. Was he a thief?Claire was nervous, but as the company director, how could she be easily spooked by a mere thief? She had trained in Taekwondo before and might bust the man’s nuts if he dared try anything on her.Claire crossed her arms and asked coldly, “Who are you? From which department?”“Miss, don’t misunderstand the situation. I’m just going around to familiarize myself,” Flynn said with a chuckle.“Familiarize yourself?” Claire was skeptical and looked down at the magazi

“Simple. The company’s design lacks creativity the most, so I suggest that you can bid farewell to those designers and use those who are creative and dare to be creative,” Flynn suggested.Hazel could no longer conceal her shock. Claire’s question was so difficult, but Flynn could answer so smoothly. It would be impossible if he was not a professional.Claire only nodded, but she was equally shocked. To be honest, she had never expected this outcome when she prepared the evaluation. She had been under the impression that Flynn would just make things up and she could mock him. Now… she had nothing to say—Flynn had given her a perfect answer.“Ms. Hewlett, does this mean I’ve passed?” Flynn asked with a grin.“Mm, congratulations, Mr. Sheridan.” Claire nodded and looked at Hazel. “Ms. Slade, take Mr. Sheridan to HR for his employment procedures and return here. I’ll take him to get familiar with the PR department.”Flynn breathed in relief. He had assumed the tigress would make thin

Flynn pulled out an intricate music box and toyed with it. His gaze was reminiscing as he thought back to the night over ten years ago.…The sky was dark as gloomy clouds condensed above the city. A dirty and tattily clothed boy lay on the side of an alley holding a piece of stale bread.The passersby were hurrying along with the sole purpose of avoiding the rain, so no one cared about the little boy, not that he was hopeful.He curled himself up as he munched on the stale bread. Rain and tears wetted his face, but he paid that no mind. Perhaps death would be freeing in his case.It was then a pair of nice sandals came to a stop in front of him. He looked up to see a well-dressed girl.“Here, this is for you.” The girl retrieved a box of cake from her bag and put it in his hand.A cake bakery was next to the alley, so the cake must have come from there.At that moment, the little girl was the only ray of light in this dim world, lighting up the boy’s despaired soul.“This umb

Eira was completely speechless. It was a mistake to take this b*stard along. All he did was embarrass her.Yale had a cold look. The b*stard had been stopping him in various ways from the start, and he did not even get to experience feeling Eira’s dainty hand on his own. He was frustrated!Flynn smirked and sneered inwardly. ‘This fellow should take a look in the mirror before he tries taking advantage of my fiancee,’ he thought. Yale should see if he was worthy of it.Eira, too, was one to say so confidently that the guy was better than him. Where? Flynn thought that there must be something wrong with her eyes, so he ought to teach her well when they went home later.Guided by a Feransian woman, the three of them entered the restaurant.Most of the patrons there were from high society, dressed well and elegantly. There were also many actual Feransians there who spoke wonderful Feransiac.A piano was in the lobby's center, where a Feransian was playing wholeheartedly. If Flynn he