Your father had hired yet another bodyguard before leaving on a business trip. You didn’t really care. It wasn’t anything new. You were used to having bodyguards around, but none of them ever lasted long. Dealing with your attitude was something no one had managed yet.

Today, you were supposed to meet the latest one. You were in the bathroom, casually going through your skincare routine, when you walked down she was you.

You looked up at the person and saw him a tall figure standing there, arms crossed, his expression cold and unreadable.

“Leonard, your father hired me.”

His expression was rather stoic than you had met.