After Faking My Death, I Became a Bodyguard

I faked my death to escape and became a wealthy heiress’s bodyguard, only to discover that my employer was once my assassination target.

> At the interview, she flipped through my resume with casual indifference. “I heard people in your line of work don’t live very long?”

> Later, she fell into my arms with a bullet wound, tracing the bullet scar on my collarbone with her fingertip. “This scar… is it from when my father put a bounty on you?”

> “No.” I clasped her bloodstained hand tightly. “It’s from the third bullet I took for you.”

> When the assassin organization surrounded the villa, she tore open her bloodstained dress, revealing the National Security Bureau insignia.

> “Let’s start over. I’m your new partner.”