Ceo And Bodyguard Manwha Novels & Stories

One of the two young men, an individual with light brown curls and brown eyes, held his hand out for me to shake. “You must be Ms. Laurentia,” he said. “I’m Theo. It’s nice to meet you. I’ve been assigned to be your bodyguard.” The other young man, who was about two inches taller than Theo and looked slightly older, with a hint of an evening shadow on his face thanks to his dark, nearly black hair, met Charles’s eyes. He also held out a hand in greeting.

He was convinced the man had rehearsed them a couple of times, for he didn't slip nor contradict himself in any way. “What is it that you want from my daughter?” Lucas couldn't handle what he felt was hypocrisy from the bodyguard. And just like Silas Marlowe had confronted Asher with pictures days earlier, Lucas did the same. “Do you have no professionalism at all?” The older man growled. If he had nothing criminal to pin the bodyguard down with, Lucas was determined to criticize his work ethic and terminate his employment on the same. To many, Lucas is an asshole of a father who couldn't care less about his firstborn, but in his own ways, he does try to protect her. And to him, nothing was

"W…We work for Master Jamie. You can't afford to cross us—!" Eason darted forward before the bodyguard could finish and grabbed him by his arm before twisting it toward his back. The bodyguard turned green and wailed. Losing all strength to resist, he stuttered, "I—It's Master Jamie, and his…ex-girlfriend, C—Catelyn Clark!" Both Eason and Charles could sense the atmosphere becoming suffocating and gave each other a look. "Master Cedrick?" Eason looked to Cedrick gingerly for further command.

Tyson walked into the hanger, “I’m sorry about your girl,” “Yeah.” “Who’s the guy with the note and what does it mean?” “He wanted me to know he took her.” “Who’s the bodyguard?” “I am. I’m her bodyguard.” Tyson sighed, “Bodyguard? I thought you said that was your girlfriend.” “She is. But I’m also her bodyguard. I thought she would be safe down here. That’s why we’re here.” “I’m not understanding. Why does she need a bodyguard? Who the hell is she?”

The man was Kathleen’s bodyguard, and the woman was Kathleen’s assistant, Sherry. Sherry said, “Young Lady, let us accompany you.” Kathleen waved her hand and rejected Sherry’s offer. “It’s fine. Both of you can wait for me in the car. I’ll go in with Mr. Wade.” The bodyguard cut in with a stern look, “Young Lady, Master ordered me to keep you safe at all times. Please, let me follow you. I won’t disturb you and Mr. Wade.” Charlie glanced at the bodyguard. He immediately realized that the bodyguard was also a martial artist. Not only that, but this man was quite powerful and had a strength comparable to a six-star martial artist’s.

she said as she headed to her bedroom. Prisca woke up from the pounding on her door. "Prisca honey wake up you're going to be late for work"Jane said then walked away. Prisca sleepily reached for her phone to check the time. "Shoot it's 8am" she said as she jumped out of bed and hastily headed to the bathroom to freshen up. She came out of the bathroom and headed towards the wardrobe. She picked out a simple yellow dress with a black heels. She had not time for make up and her hair so she put her hair in a messy bun, picked her phone and rushed downstairs. She saw her parents talking to a man In a suit when she neared the living room. "Finally you're here"her dad said gesturing to h

" I already am. " " How cool" she purred sarcastically " So what would you like me to be?" She continued her sarcasm " Your actual bodyguard? Maybe you're a bad guy and have a gang out something, and you guys do all this bad stuff and..." She rolled her eyes " You're wasting your time!" She knows he's a CEO, and she knows he's not a gang leader or is involved in all these mafia things and stuff. He's strictly a Playboy CEO, and he already have enough people protecting in at his office, and home.

Close enough to protect her… and love her, in the shadows. Richard emerged moments later, phone pressed to his ear. Without so much as a glance, he climbed into the backseat, motioning for Lauren to join him. She did, sliding into the seat beside her husband. Louis closed the door, circled the vehicle, and took the driver’s seat. The moment the engine hummed to life and they rolled onto the main road, Richard lowered his phone and leaned forward. “Louis,” he said firmly. “Yes, sir?” “You’re not just the driver anymore. From now on, you’re Lauren’s personal bodyguard. My father’s estate is... well, heavily monitored, but he has more enemies than friends. I don’t want her out of your sight. No

But then someone kicked the door open, and hundreds of burly bodyguards came swarming in, surrounding the scene. Zoey did not even look back. In fact, she looked triumphant. Bartholomew held his head up. "See? Zoey's bodyguards are here. You're done fo—" A scream cut him short. The greasy man who tried to ride me had a bullet tear through his hand. He was rolling and groaning on the ground. "Mr. Artemisia!" the bodyguards shouted in unison. The crystal chandelier even shook a little. Then silence choked the air. The leader of the bodyguards was my dad's confidant and a retired special force soldier, Felix Cashmere. He darted ahead and sent the men around me flying.

Me. What's his name? Sydney Joey Anderson. I get out and stand outside my door. "Any identification?" The man takes a badge from his inside pocket and hands it to me. Joey Anderson Age: 33 years old Occupation: bodyguard. Satisfied, I return it to him and follow him to the beautiful car. He drives for about twenty minutes before he makes a left turn to somewhere I've never seen. My heart starts beating so fast but I don't want to seem obviously scared.