The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Chaim Stout’s face darkened indeed.

Being made fun of by Carson in front of all his subordinates was humiliating for a boss like him.

Chaim Stout said coldly: ”Fine, if you’re not interested, then there’s nothing left to discuss. You’ve hit my men, and I need to get them some payback first. Then we’ll talk about what comes next. Boys, get him! Whoever takes him down, I’ll give a million!”

Everyone’s eyes lit up. They all tightened their grip on their weapons and stared at Carson as if he were a pile of cash.

Carson sneered. ”Is that all I’m worth, a million? Stingy, and you still call yourself a boss? Embarrassing.”

Chaim Stout’s complexion turned even darker. ”Some people don’t see the coffin until they cry. I hope you can still be as tough-talking in a bit. Attack!”

Just as all the thugs were about to rush at Carson with their clubs, a loud honk from a car horn suddenly erupted from behind the crowd, startling everyone. They instinctively turned their heads to look back.

A black stretch Rolls-Royce appeared behind them, moving through like a patrolling shark, slowly gliding past...