The Heiress's Bodyguard

ed the bar that now had the tinglin

s of vodka beside him, "I don't know who you are or what kind of game you're playing, but if you expect me

lm down, Adrian. Do not misinterpret my words. Just

and jacket with the napkin. He tossed the napkin aside and sauntered

himself with a solemn smile, "My name is Marcus, and I wor

don't get you. If you work for Vito, wh

nt for him. "It seems I didn't use the right choice of words earlier. Scarlet is your target

t Marcus was trying to say. His deep-grey pupil

s clapped once. "You're q

are here to waste my time. I told you, I'm a retired mercenary, and now you want me to be

ou must also be mistaken, Adrian Cross. This was neve

drian lowere

suit's inner pocket. "Trust

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to Lora, who forced her to chug down more glasses o

it. From playing different games, most of whi

and was aided back to her seat by a f

s she dropped on a chair,

ubbing her forehead. "Ugh,

more fluid," the young man sat opposite her and sig

so embarrassed. I was never a good dancer; I

ug, "Take this from an expert,

e a Dance Instructor or what?

riousness. The attendant placed the glass of water on t

only asked him the question as a joke

swooshed his brown hair back and smirked, "My studio is only a few blocks from here. Y

her head began to clear. Her lips curved up to form a small

to reject him so fast. He had probably pulled this same scheme

e, his smile faltering, "Come on, don't try to act so oblivious. We could j

m the glass of water, grabbed her purse and stood

prang to his feet and grabbed her wrist.

s pissed S

ed Scarlett from the man's grip and stood protectively before her friend, "This is

ld retort, two other guys pulled him away

who that is?" one of them whispered

shoulders by tomorrow?" the other f

ey got to their table, "Is she the daughter o

rst friend shook his head in pity. Then he swallowed hard

sent a chill shiver