The Days of Being in a Fake Marriage with the CEO

Chapter 87: Follow Me

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Young Master, she’s here,” announced the manager respectfully as he stepped forward.

“I can see that.” The man’s gaze stopped and remained fixed on Mu Huan’s eyes.

Although the former appeared to be a young and frivolous person, the latter did not drop her guard.

Just then, the man opened his mouth. “Go wash your face, then come back and talk to me with it clean and bare.”

Her eyes drooped. “I’m here only to collect the money.”

“You joined the competition for the prize money, yeah?” He cocked a brow slightly.

“Yes.”

“If that’s so, it’s all good, then. Follow me, and I’ll guarantee that you’ll live in the lap of luxury!” She was the first person he found to look so alike.

“...”

Is there a problem with his eyes? Given my current appearance, he actually wants me to follow him?

“Don’t get me wrong. I’m not interested in your type. All I want is a female bodyguard. If you follow me, I’ll give you an annual salary of at least ten million, and if you’re good at your job, there’ll be a big reward for you as well. The money you make will be much more than what you’ll make from boxing.”

An annual salary of ten million...

If this had been proposed to her before her marriage with Bao Junyan, she would certainly have agreed to it right away. She could not do so now, however.

“Thanks for looking kindly upon me, but I’m afraid I’ll have to decline. It’s only out of interest for the prize money that I joined the boxing match. I don’t box for a living, and I have no intention of working as a bodyguard.”

“You might not have had the intention before, but you can start planning to be one now.” The more he looked, the more he found those eyes to be alike.

Mu Huan: “As of now, I don’t plan to be one either.”

“Then you can forget about collecting your prize money of half a million!”

“I won it!”

“Well, I’m the boss here. My words are final.”

“You’ll lose credibility if you don’t give me what I’ve earned. Will you still be able to operate your business here, then?”

“So be it. I could hardly care about losing a piece of this industry.”

Mu Huan: “...!!!”

What the f*ck!

“Be my bodyguard, and I’ll give you that half a million right away, followed by an annual salary of ten million and lots of benefits. If you don’t, you’ll have wasted your time and effort competing in today’s competition. Here’s my name card. Give me a call once you’ve thought it through.” As he spoke, he tossed a name card toward her.

She did not catch it, though. Instead, she let it freely drop to the ground before sweeping her eyes over the name printed on it. Long Feiting.

That name rang a bell, but she just could not recall where she’d heard it before.

“No need for any consideration as I won’t become your bodyguard. Please give me that half a million. It’s what I deserve.”

“No means no!” Long Feiting was never one to accept rejections.

With her gaze turning sinister, she lifted her eyes and warned, “Don’t regret this.”

The two things in life that she could never accept were betrayal and being robbed of her money.

Both were equally unforgivable!

“Regret? I’ve never known what is called regret. Do you honestly think you can make me regret anything?” He lifted a brow. If not for those eyes of hers that captivated him and made him wish for her to stay, he would never be interested in her, a boxer. To think she actually could not tell good from bad and dared to reject him. And now, she even wanted him to regret his decision.

He would just like to see what capabilities she had to make him do so!

“Are you sure you won’t give me the prize money?” she asked again for the last time.

“No. What about it?”

Mu Huan gave him no response, though, and merely gave him a hard look before turning around and leaving.

It was only after she left that the manager dared to speak.

“Surely this is inappropriate, Young Master.” Their young master was simply too willful.

“What’s inappropriate about it?” Long Feiting snorted in reply.

“We work in this line, but we’re not giving her the prize money she won... Are we truly quitting the industry?”

“That depends on whether or not she has what it takes to put you out of a job.”