I’m the notorious rebellious heiress of Shenjie, born with different-colored eyes.
My father has replaced seventeen bodyguards, and I drove every one of them to quit.
The day the eighteenth bodyguard arrived, I lounged on the sofa, playing with a lighter. “Take my advice and leave while you still can.”
He stood silhouetted against the light, unbuttoned his suit, and calmly took out his pistol, setting it on the coffee table.
“Miss,” he said, raising his eyes. His pupils gleamed dark gold under the light. “The last person who threatened me is still in the ICU.”
