I Faked My Death and Became a Bodyguard

I faked my death and became the daughter's bodyguard, but my employer was my former assassination target. >During the interview, she flipped through her resume carelessly: "I heard that you can't live long in this industry?" >Later she was shot and fell into my arms. Her fingertips traced the bullet marks on my collarbone: "This scar... Was left by my father when he posted a reward?" >"No," I held her bloody hand, "I took the third bullet for you." >When the killer group surrounded the villa, she tore open her blood-stained dress to reveal the National Security Agency badge. >"Get acquainted with your new partner again."