Novel & Cerita My Bodyguard Trailer

she said. Something deep within me felt almost protective. I turned to Evan. He was on his fourth drink, his hoodie off, his eyes glassy. I turned back to thr bartender. What could go wrong? After all, the only creep I have encountered was with Alpha Cole. Pushing away my inhibitions, I stood up, then let her pull me away from the festival. It was a short walk to a smaller resort that looked like a massive bungalow. "Go in. I will wait."

“What’s up with you, man? You’ve been staring into space like someone stole your Lamborghini.” I leaned back, trying to play it cool. “My dad hired me a new bodyguard. It’s a girl.” Trent barked out a laugh so loud half the class turned around. “A girl? Bro, you? Mr. I bench press my problems? Is she hot at least?” “She’s not just hot,” I muttered. “She took out five armed guys in under ten seconds. Solo. Like it was nothing. The problem is… I think I’m falling for her.”

After watching Roy leave, Bryan went back to his underground garage and instructed Carpalia to drive off. The Limo pulled to a stop in front of the first gate, driving up to an eight-foot high wired fence with a topping of barbed wire. There was a sentry booth there, manned by two armed guards. One of them stayed in the booth watching as the other approached the car. When he got close enough, he instructed them to get out of the car. The bodyguard got down first and walked around the vehicle to get the door for Bryan whose long fingers were toying with the cufflinks of his suit.

I greeted them politely before closing the door and turning back to Will, "Three bodyguards seem excessive. If I constantly have three of them accompanying me to work, no one will want to be my friend." "If I could, I would provide you with ten bodyguards," Will responded, emphasizing his concern, "Travis found these three individuals last night. They all have prior experience in the military, including combat. You need to trust Travis's judgment." "While I appreciate your concern, one bodyguard should suffice," I maintained. I contacted Travis and managed to negotiate with him, convincing him to let me keep just one. I chose Grey, partly due to his relatively young age and seemingly friendl

’ “Thanks, Mabes. I’ll be right next door, so call if you need anything.” Afterward, Tracey dragged Solomon and left the bedroom together. Once they walked out of the bedroom, Solomon laughed teasingly. “Master Blair is really going all out for love.” Tracey pouted. “I didn’t know my brother was so scheming.” As they spoke, they looked up and saw Hugh standing not far away without any expression. Tracey asked, “Handsome man, who are you?” Hugh answered, “I’m Hugh, Mable’s bodyguard.” Tracey cleared her throat. “Mabes is taking care of my brother. You can go back to your room and rest.”

"You hired your stalker to be your bodyguard?!" "Gosh! Your thoughts are ridiculous." I burst out laughing, doubling over. "It's not funny!" "Trust me it is, He's from Travis. Apparently he's an undercover bodyguard who doesn't know how to not be discovered." Olivia sighed in relief, "Thank heavens." I scoffed. "Most times you forget I'm not a child." "You act like one most times." She shot back. "Jeez, just shut up." I said playfully. We got into the car and the engine roared to life, I ordered Henry to drop Olivia off first. I still have unfinished business with Travis as it seems.

Chapter 50 Miguel’s POV As I drove Bailey back to her house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of shock wash over me. The bodyguards that had been trailing us the entire night had followed us all the way to her doorstep. It was clear now that they were indeed her personal bodyguards, hired to protect her at all times. As soon as we walked into the pack house, Bailey's parents rushed over, visibly worried. They quickly took her up to her room, leaving me alone with the bodyguards.

Harvey ignored the two and stared at his phone, a profound look on his face. … “Go! Get out of here, Miss Zimmer!” Almost at the same time… Xynthia was running out of Flutwell’s martial arts building along with a few bodyguards. The leading bodyguard was holding a firearm, his hands sweating profusely. He would look back every once in a while he was running. At this very moment, his heart was filled with utter fear. The bodyguards stuffed Xynthia inside a Toyota Alphard. When the car fled the building, the bodyguards and assistants finally let out a sigh of relief.