“All right, let's move on from that.” Lana continued, “Since you don't have a job right now, would you be interested in becoming my personal bodyguard?”
Donald was speechless for a moment after hearing that. He then chuckled. “You appear to have everything planned out.”
Everyone, especially the conglomerates from North Epea, would be terrified if they learned that Lord Campbell had been hired as a woman's personal bodyguard.
“I understand how much you love your wife, but you can't live without a proper job, can you? I don't care what your other identity is, but you have to explain yourself to her, am I right?” she said.
Donald responded, “I must say, you're a good talker.”
“Five thousand a month, with eight hours of work per day.” With her lips pursed, she looked at him.
“It's a deal.” With that, Donald stood up. In fact, Lana was right about the money. Jennifer did wish for him to have a proper job, and a personal bodyguard was, indeed, a proper job.
“Oh, that's right. I've got another question for you,” Lana said as she tilted her head.
Her silky hairs hid her soft, gentle face. She was incredibly beautiful when the sunlight shone on her face.
“What is it?” Donald turned around to look at her.
“Do you know Wynter Lowe?” Lana queried.
“No.” Donald shook his head in response.
“But I noticed the figure of a man on her Instagram account, and he looks exactly like you.” Lana added, “He was riding on a bike with her.”
Hearing that, Donald replied, “Ms. Collins, you must be joking. There's no such thing.”
Lana asked in disbelief, “Really? But his back is strikingly similar to yours.”
Donald laughed and opened the door, leaving Lana, who was in a daze, alone.
After Donald left, Lana massaged her temples. “He isn't as straightforward as he appears to be. Despite the fact that I have all of his information, I still know nothing about him.”
On the esteemed ninth floor, Donald could hear the laughter of the crowd.
When he pushed open the door and walked in, he noticed that the crowd, particularly Rebecca and Irene, were heavily inebriated. They were often seen giving toasts to Oliver together. Despite the fact that they were all aware that Donald had entered, none of them greeted him.
Irene and Rebecca did not even bother to look at him.
Meanwhile, Rafe sat alone in the corner wearing a sad face.
Donald looked at Oliver and said, “Something came up and I need to leave now. You must pay Rafe's commission regardless of whether you buy the house or not. You'll have to deal with the
consequences if you don't.”
Upon hearing that, Oliver jumped up from his seat and slammed his fist onto the table. “Donald Campbell, who do you think you are!
“Donald Campbell, do you have a death wish?” Irene yelled.
“What a disrespectful guy.” Rebecca was infuriated as well.
Who does he think he is? Is he under the impression that just because he spoke with Lana, he has the right to be arrogant?
“It seems like you will only learn your lesson in the face of death.” Donald snorted as he prepared himself to finish Oliver off.
However, his phone rang at that precise moment. When he took out his phone, he discovered that Jennifer had called him.
“Something happened to Kev, Donald.” On the other end of the line, Jennifer's sobbing could be heard.
Donald immediately frowned. “Don't panic. Can you tell me what happened?”
“He gambled away the six hundred thousand you paid to Harrison, as well as the two million that you intended to pay for the property. Even worse, he's currently one million in debt and is being held up. They threatened to cut off one of his arms if he didn't pay the one million in three days,” Jennifer explained.
Donald was in a fit of rage upon hearing that.
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