Chapter 31

Elijah Clementine Kirovsky Regalonte

"Ma'am," I greeted, bowing my head in front of the co-owner of Regalontes, the private security company where I work.

"I don't remember asking you to come back home, Clementine."

Home.

Tumaas ang sulok ng mga labi ko sa sinagot nito.

It wasn't an order but a reminder to come back every time I heard she would be in the country. Not because I needed to report to her about work, but because I knew the chaos that would happen at home whenever she returned.

She and my father would play their usual game—a dangerous game of life and death.

I walked towards her.

Sitting on the couch was my mother, Elena Kamila Kirovskaya, 56, a retired Russian assassin. She is the co-owner of the private security company owned by my father, where I was a bodyguard.

And the reason why I work as a bodyguard after resigning as a navy seal is because of their plans for me—which I never questioned because I trust them. They told me that in order for me to be the next head, I ne