Pierre, a Frenchman married to a Scottish woman, is the highest official at Royal bank, a subsidiary of Consortium bank in the UK. He was currently the managing director of the bank. He has held that position for about six years. He has achieved many brilliant achievements, including making a net profit of 21 to 30 billion euros yearly. For his achievements, the head of the Royal bank, which is based in Paris, and two other countries, kept his position for two periods, namely for eight years, and this is the second period he served at the bank. Hugo, meanwhile, is the owner of Birmingham's most extensive and best-known luxury car showroom. Hugo was born in London, but his father and grandfather were Italian. Hugo is married to an English woman from Birmingham. This year his car showroom is at the peak of its fortunes, having made a net profit of EUR 365,000 on selling various world-famous car brands, including the one that Killian once bought. Piere and his wife had two children,

Two weeks, the appointed time had passed. They had finalised all preparations for the competition to become the Spencer family's elite bodyguard. The venue had also been obtained, not just one, but three at once. The purpose was to shorten the testing time for all participants. They had also received the organising permit, and it had also determined the day of the competition. They just had to organise it. The selection method used was knockout. Anyone who lost in the first round would be disqualified and no longer participate in the next contest. Those who have entered the second round will be fought again to enter the third round. Participants who lose in the second round will still be bodyguards but subordinate-level bodyguards. Those who enter the third round will be pitted again to become middle-level bodyguards. The winner in this third level will become an elite bodyguard. At the same time, the loser becomes an intermediate bodyguard, one level below the elite bodyguard. The l

A highly targeted strike pierced the opponent's body at the ten-minute mark. If the beautiful woman did not change her attack, it was sure that her opponent would die from the thin but sharp sword stab. The girl only used the sword's tip to hit her opponent's nape, but the result was enough to stun the eyes of everyone who saw it. The woman's body, which her enemy had hit on the bottom neck with the blade, was currently lying on the floor; although she did not faint, her vision was blurred, and she has declared a loser and was not eligible to advance to the third round. Meanwhile, in other battles, wins and losses came and went, and only the most vital people could advance to the next round. The same thing happened in the other two buildings. Almost half of the participants didn't qualify for the third round because they lost in the previous one and finally accepted their defeat sincerely. Some participants were supposed to participate in the selection but gave up before the fight

"Why does the young master seem indifferent and dislike this meal together? It's not a special occasion for him and his future wife, but why is he acting like that? I don't see him as the young master I know.""Could it be that the young master doesn't like me, or is there another reason?" Maribel thought in the middle of the meal as her eyes glanced at Killian sitting across from her.Her heart felt terrible if she had to impose her will. As an intelligent woman, Maribel could guess what Killian was currently feeling.It wasn't because he was unhappy with this arranged marriage; maybe Killian wasn't ready to get married suddenly like this. Killian was forced to comply with his grandfather's wishes to keep from getting hurt and feeling unappreciated.Those guesses and estimates are currently raging in Maribel's heart and mind, but is what she said true?In his heart, Killian, who had been silent all this time, was also thinking. "I'm sorry, Maribel; it's not that I don't like you, but

"Why hasn't the young master contacted me in the past few days? Is it because he has Maribel by his side that he has forgotten about me?" Irene's heart wandered.Currently, Irene was standing on the balcony of the hotel where she was staying. Her gaze travelled far up the hill where Killian's residence was. From every corner of the city, let alone the five-star hotel that Irene was currently staying in, Killian's villa was visible because every lamp installed, the light was very bright. The glitter was visible from a distance.It was towards the villa that at this time, around 00.05 am, Irene was staring at the glittering mansion of the person she loved the most. Heartrending and sad, accompanying every breath she took. Her breathing was heavy, implying deep sorrow."Oh love, why do you play with the hearts of your devotees? Don't you know, your charm does not apply to me this time." That's how Irene's heart cried tonight, protesting the injustice of love that all humans have adored.