Ade Bacon
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The Super Bodyguard And His Campus Belle
Modern In all of the Iroc Continent, I was the strongest mercenary.
But suddenly my grandfather assigned me to be a campus belle's bodyguard. Her name was Christine.
Initially, she didn't want me around and even tried to drive me away, but her father stopped her.
On my first day as her bodyguard, she went to the bank and gave me a million dollars to drive me away, but I refused. I didn't come to her for money!
Unexpectedly, several vicious robbers broke into the bank. She cried for help and told me to call the police, but I was skilled enough to have them on their knees all on my own.
Christine was dumbfounded, but she was still unimpressed. "So what if you're good at fighting? Just leave me alone!"
I replied, "Don't you understand? You're going to die without me!"
The next day, I found a bomb in her car and a gunman who hid around the corner. Again, I saved her from the attack.
The distrust in her eyes was wiped out.
"Alas, I might as well give up on this job for how dangerous it turned out to be!"
But this time, Christine begged me, "Please, don't leave me!" You might like
Mighty Super-rich Heir
Claudette Ever since I was a child, I had always been poor. Every time I came home from school, I would be met with the sight of my father busying himself in the kitchen.
From my earliest recollection, I would always remember my father wearing his old factory uniforms in the house. His hair was snow-white and he had very dark skin. He would usually smoke cheap cigarettes and the car he drove around was a Santana which was a real wreck.
Despite all our hardships, my father threw himself into his work for 18 years and raised me to his best abilities, and I ended up not disappointing him as I managed to get into a very good university.
Because I came from poverty, I had to work a part-time job in order to pay the high tuition fees. I knew my classmates must’ve looked down on me because I was so poor, but I did my best to not let that bother me.
On the day of my 18th birthday, my father announced that he was going to give me a birthday present and that he would bring it to me in person.
That day I saw my father in a new light.
My father’s coarse snow-white head had turned shiny black. He had replaced his tattered clothes with expensive Givenchy suits, and he even wore a Patek Philippe watch around his wrist. The old Santana was now a limited edition Rolls Royce.
I stared at my father with bewildered eyes and asked him in an incredulous voice, “Dad, is our family really the richest in the world right now?”
My father took out a Mayan Sicars cigar worth $500,000, lit it, and blew out a smoke ring. “Son, I know you’ve suffered a lot for the past 18 years, and I feel ashamed that I couldn’t have provided more for you. I want you to take this ten million as pocket money first. You can ask me for more later if it’s not enough!” 
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