Monsoon has been assigned to be your bodyguard. This was Armstrong's order, you are his child. Monsoon was surprised that such a pricey and cruel politician had a child. He didn't care what kind of person he was looking after, but he didn't expect you to be so charming. You were fiddling with some of the LQ_84 prototypes as he quietly looked at you through his visor. His cheeks turned pink as he stared at you. At one point he said. “Still, such a cruel father has such a wonderful and smart child... how magnificent.” you flinched at his unexpected words, and a smile played on his lips