Promise Nelson left Violet Residence No. 1 with Campbell Watson, her expression icy and her entire demeanor radiating a "stay away" vibe.

She couldn't believe her dad had forced a male bodyguard on her-yes, a personal, 24/7 bodyguard.

This meant that this stranger would be moving into her private villa, invading her life. The thought of having a strange man's eyes on her all the time made her feel uncomfortable and annoyed.

"Campbell Watson, right? Listen up. I only agreed to my dad's request to keep him from worrying. It's just a temporary measure. I don't need a bodyguard, got it?"

Promise said as she drove her dad's Porsche, barely out of the villa gates, eager to lay down the law with Campbell, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Got it," Campbell replied casually, while admiring the luxury car.

Promise shot him a surprised glance.

She had expected a lot of back-and-forth, but he agreed so easily.

Well, that was good. It would make parting ways easier and less awkward for everyone.

"Okay, where do you want to go? I can drop you off," she offered, feeling a bit better about the situation. It was rare for her to offer a ride.

But Campbell's next words froze the smile that had just started to form on her face.

"Of course, to your villa at Sandalwood Palace. Your dad said I should protect you 24/7."

Campbell emphasized "24/7" and "personal" with a deliberate tone.

"Are you messing with me?" Promise's eyebrows knitted together, her voice cold with a hint of anger.

Was this guy serious? Was he making fun of her?

"Miss, protecting you is my duty. Until the contract expires, I will strictly follow it. Do you understand?" Campbell Watson said firmly.

Promise Nelson took a deep breath, trying to suppress her anger. She asked coldly, "Fine, then tell me, how much did my dad pay you?"

"That's confidential. I can't disclose that."

"You... Fine. How about this? I'll give you an extra million. You can do whatever you want, and I'll cover for you. My dad won't know you didn't fulfill the contract. OK?"

Promise parked the car under the shade of a tree and turned to Campbell, offering him the deal directly.

"You're insulting my profession," Campbell replied, raising an eyebrow and rejecting her offer seriously.

Promise smiled faintly, showing the confidence of a businesswoman. She said slowly, "Getting paid twice and doing nothing-such opportunities don't come often. You should think it over."

"Miss, do you know how much I earn for a single mission abroad? At least five million dollars, and I take jobs based on my mood," Campbell said with a smirk.

Hmph... So he just wants more money, Promise thought with a cold smile. She had initially believed her dad's bodyguard might be different, but now she saw he was just like the others.

"Three million, that's my final offer," Promise said coldly, losing the last bit of respect she had for Campbell.

"Deal. Here's my bank card. Transfer the money," Campbell replied.

As soon as Campbell Watson heard "three million," his face lit up with a smile. He quickly pulled out a recently issued bank card and handed it over.

Promise Nelson felt a strong disdain for him but didn't say anything. She simply took out her phone and transferred the three million.

"The money's been transferred. Now get out."

"Tsk tsk, rich people sure are generous. Just like that, three million. Thanks a lot," Campbell said, grinning from ear to ear as he carefully put away his bank card.

Over the years, all the commissions he earned had been taken by his old master.

This bodyguard job was just his master's way of repaying a favor to Magnus Nelson, and he didn't get a single cent. He had less than fifty bucks left and was worried about money. Now, with just a few words, he had swindled three million. No more worries about living expenses.

Promise Nelson's eyebrows furrowed as she glanced at Campbell with the corner of her eye. Her tone was icy as she barked, "Hey, I've given you the money. Why are you still sitting here? Get out!"

"Miss, you probably don't understand. Our profession has its own ethics. This three million is your apology for insulting my profession. Drive, back to the villa," Campbell said, patting the pocket with his bank card and leaning back comfortably in his seat.

"What do you mean? What apology? We agreed that you'd take the three million and leave. Now you're going back on your word?" Promise's face turned frosty, and the temperature inside the car seemed to drop several degrees.

Campbell sat up slightly, looking at Promise with a serious expression. "Miss, this three million is compensation for the insult to my professional integrity. Do you understand? And did I ever agree to leave after taking your three million?"

"..."

Promise felt like a herd of wild animals was stampeding through her mind.

Compensation for your integrity, my foot!

She had never seen someone so shameless.

Even with her good upbringing, she couldn't help but want to curse.

"Drive. I'm not leaving until the contract expires, unless you convince your dad to end it early," Campbell Watson said, crossing his arms with a smug look. This infuriated Promise Nelson, making her grit her teeth.

That jerk had the nerve to trick her and swindle three million dollars from her. She had never suffered such a loss before, and for someone who controlled a publicly listed company, this was an utter humiliation.

"You'll regret this, I promise," Promise said through clenched teeth, glaring at Campbell. She angrily stepped on the gas pedal and sped off.

She knew that the three million was as good as gone. The grudge between them was now set in stone. As she drove, her mind raced with plans on how to get back at him.

Meanwhile, Campbell sat in the passenger seat with his eyes closed, feeling incredibly pleased with himself. Three million dollars was a huge sum for him at the moment.

Should he hit up a bar tonight or get a massage?

****

At Violet Residence No. 1, Building 8, just after Campbell and Promise left, a burly man with thick eyebrows and a broad chest came down the stairs.

"President Nelson, is he the expert you hired to protect your daughter?" The man sat heavily on the couch, his voice deep and filled with undisguised disdain.

The man was Sebastian, the leader of the Action Group of the Ninth Bureau of Celestial Nation, also known as Ember Gate. This was the most secretive military organization in Celestial Nation, recruiting numerous martial arts experts to safeguard the nation's peace.

Sebastian was one of the top five commanders under Master Huston, the first war general, and a Grandmaster of the Earth level. He held the rank of Major General.

Recently, Magnus Nelson's bio-research department invented a technology capable of refining biological genes, which drew significant attention from the government.

Once perfected, this technology could be the most groundbreaking advancement in the field of biological genetics.

Somehow, word got out, and major foreign organizations also set their sights on this technology. Thus, Ember Gate specifically assigned Sebastian to protect Magnus and his research team, ensuring the technology didn't fall into foreign hands.

Promise Nelson, Magnus's only daughter, was someone Sebastian initially wanted to assign his own people to protect. However, Magnus insisted on finding someone himself.

Sebastian thought Magnus would hire some renowned martial arts expert, but to his surprise, Magnus chose an utterly ordinary person.

Sebastian couldn't see anything impressive about the guy. Despite his disdain, Magnus only smiled faintly and didn't argue.

"President Nelson, let me assign someone to protect your daughter.

This technology is crucial, and I don't want to give the enemy any opportunity," Sebastian suggested again.

"General Sebastian, thank you for your concern, but I don't want to involve my daughter. Besides, I believe Campbell Watson can protect her well. This matter is settled," Magnus replied, his tone polite but firm.

Sebastian felt a bit annoyed, but remembering his superiors' instructions, he suppressed his anger. He left with a final remark, "President Nelson, if anything happens, the consequences will be on you," and then turned to head back to the top floor of the villa.

"Franc, I need you to investigate that kid's background thoroughly... If anything seems off, take him out." Back at the top floor of the villa, Sebastian made a phone call.

There was no way he would let some random person protect Promise Nelson.

If the enemy captured Promise as leverage, the consequences would be dire.

He would never let that happen...

Sandalwood Palace Villa.

Located at the junction of East Sea City's Tech Park and Dragon Splendor District, it faced a large Dragon Heart Eco Park and had Southern Sandalwood Mountain at its back. The air was fresh, and the scenery was beautiful, rivaling even Violet Residence No. 1.

Promise Nelson's villa, near Southern Sandalwood Mountain, was called 'Mountain Cottage.' It wasn't very large, with two floors and an attic. There was a swimming pool, garage, and flowerbeds downstairs.

Though simple, it was tastefully decorated.

Promise walked in with a stern face. She was in a very, very bad mood.

"Hey, beautiful, don't be so stingy. Come on, give me a smile..."

"Jerk, get lost!"

Campbell Watson had tried to lighten the mood, but all he got was an angry shout from Promise.

Right now, Promise found Campbell extremely annoying and had no intention of being nice to him.

Campbell scratched his nose and gave an awkward laugh. But then he remembered he had just tricked her out of three million dollars, so he felt a bit better.

"Hey, beautiful, with so many rooms, which one do I get?"

Campbell followed her into the villa, looking around as he asked.

Promise Nelson casually pointed to the storage room on the first floor, then stomped up to her bedroom on the second floor, slamming the door shut with a loud bang.

Campbell Watson shrugged, unfazed.

Compared to the wild jungles of Africa or the war-torn regions of the Middle East, the storage room was paradise.

After tidying up a bit, night had fallen.

Campbell made himself a bowl of instant noodles for dinner and kindly asked Promise if she wanted some, only to be coldly rejected as expected.

After finishing his meal, Campbell sat cross-legged on the foldable bed, facing the sky with his palms up, and began to meditate under the moonlight.

Five years ago, in a mysterious place on the border between the Celestial Nation and Nepal, he had stumbled upon an ancient scroll made of animal hide.

The hide, seemingly impervious to time, was covered in ancient symbols that looked like tadpoles. It took Campbell nearly a year and consultations with dozens of ancient text experts to finally translate it.

The scroll contained a comprehensive guide to an ancient cultivation technique, along with alchemy, formations, medicine, and talismans.

Out of curiosity, he began practicing the ancient technique called the Yin-Yang Art.

Three months later, he actually sensed the strands of spiritual energy described in the scroll.

Thus, without a teacher, he embarked on this solitary path of cultivation.

So far, he had been practicing for four years.

Although he was still in the initial Qi Gathering stage of the first realm, his actual combat ability was comparable to a master in the martial arts world.

Moreover, as his practice deepened, he found the technique to be vast and profound, elevating his spirit and vitality.

The soft moonlight bathed him, making his skin glow with a white, frosty sheen, filling the room with a chill.

Campbell Watson was deeply immersed in his mystical cultivation, completely absorbed...

In the dead of night, when all was silent, Cody agilely scaled the wall of the 'Hillside Cottage,' crossed the lawn, and leaped up to the second floor of the villa like a monkey.

In the storage room where Campbell was practicing, he sensed something and opened his eyes. A flash of silver brilliance shone in his eyes, like two bright moons, but then his aura quickly retracted, making him appear like an ordinary person.

Barefoot, he walked on the cold floor, stood in the living room, and listened intently.

Suddenly, he jumped, grabbed the second-floor railing, and flipped himself up, landing steadily in the hallway.

"Ah... mmm..." Promise Nelson's muffled cries of distress reached his ears clearly.

Bang!

Campbell didn't hesitate. He burst through the door like a cheetah, charging inside.

With a powerful punch, a fierce wave of energy roared towards Cody, who was holding Promise hostage.

The force of the punch was like a tiger, arriving in an instant.

"Master of the Xuan-level martial arts!" Cody could only manage a shout before the overwhelming energy sent him flying, crashing hard into the nearby vanity.

The solid wood vanity shattered into pieces.

Thud!

Cody, leaning against the wall, barely managed to stand. He opened his mouth to say something but instead spat out a stream of blood, staining the black cloth covering his face.

Promise Nelson sat on the ground, dazed and confused, still in a state of shock.

"Hell Organization?"

Cody's left sleeve was torn, revealing a tattoo of two blood-red letters on his arm.

When Campbell Watson saw those letters, a terrifying killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Cody reacted quickly. Before Campbell could make another move, he grabbed Promise and threw her towards Campbell, then turned and ran out of the room.

"Ahhh..."

Promise screamed in fear, her hands flailing wildly.

Campbell reached out and caught her by the waist, spinning half a turn to set her down gently.

In that brief moment, Cody had already jumped off the balcony.

"Trying to run?"

With Campbell's skills, Cody wouldn't have gotten far if he chased after him. But just as he was about to give chase, Promise suddenly clung to his waist, wrapping her legs around his thighs like an octopus.

"Damn it..."

This delay allowed Cody to disappear completely into the night.

"Damn, you got lucky this time."

Campbell muttered under his breath in the direction Cody had vanished. Taking a deep breath to calm his anger, he gently patted Promise's back, soothingly saying, "It's okay now, the bad guy is gone..."

Though Promise Nelson usually carried an air of aloofness and coldness, she was still a girl. Being suddenly confronted with such a situation in the middle of the night scared her out of her wits. Instinctively, she clung tightly to Campbell Watson, seeking a sense of security.

Dressed in a silk nightgown, Promise's front was wide open, revealing a large expanse of her fair skin, which was extremely tempting.

However, Campbell's mind was entirely occupied with the bloody letter tattoo he had seen earlier, leaving him no time for any inappropriate thoughts.

"Ah... you pervert... get out, get out!"

Slowly coming back to her senses, Promise realized her embarrassing state. She quickly pushed Campbell away and dived under the covers, both ashamed and angry, screaming loudly.

"Jeez, why are you screaming? It's not like I did anything to you," Campbell muttered, shaking his head in exasperation. He finally said, "You... you should get some rest," and then left the room.

Lying in bed, Promise stared at the ceiling with her beautiful big eyes, her mind in a whirl. Having faced danger twice today, and with her father suddenly assigning her a personal bodyguard, she keenly sensed that something was definitely wrong. Her father must be hiding something from her. But what?

The company was running smoothly, and even if they had competitors, it shouldn't have come to hiring thugs. Promise kept overthinking, and she barely got any sleep as she lay there wide awake through the second half of the night.

Meanwhile, back in the storage room, Campbell's previously restrained killing intent erupted like a volcano, filling the entire room with a thick, murderous aura.

"The Hell Organization... they've come to Celestial Nation too? And they're targeting the Nelson family. Old man, just what kind of mission did you take on..."

"No matter what, with me here, I'll kill as many as come. Consider it interest," Campbell Watson said, a cruel and sinister smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

The killing intent around him was palpable and unwavering.

The blood-red 'H L' tattoo marked him as a member of the Western dark force known as the 'Hell' organization.

Campbell had a deep-seated vendetta against the Hell organization. Several of his closest brothers, comrades who had fought alongside him, had met gruesome ends at the hands of Hell's members.

He had sworn at their graves that he would destroy the Hell organization, even if it took his entire life.

However, the Hell organization was vast and powerful, boasting eighteen S-class assassins, each with strength comparable to the peak levels of the Celestial Nation. The leader of the organization was an extraordinary being, on par with a Celestial Nation Grandmaster.

With Campbell's current strength, the idea of annihilating Hell was nothing short of a pipe dream.

Moreover, the location of Hell's headquarters remained a mystery. He had spent five years investigating, but to no avail.

Now that he had encountered them in the Celestial Nation, he wasn't about to let this golden opportunity for revenge slip away.

The Hell organization was notorious for its ruthless methods and relentless pursuit of its goals. Having failed this time, they were sure to come back stronger.

Campbell thought for a moment, then took out his phone and dialed a twenty-six-digit number.

"Boss? Where have you run off to this time, leaving us behind to have all the fun?" A sleazy voice answered on the other end.

Campbell had no time for banter. "Skyeye, I need you to prepare the latest set of electronic equipment for me, along with my gear. Send it over as soon as possible. I'll text you the address."

"No problem... Boss, where are you now? Got a new mission?" Skyeye, the tech genius of Campbell's Skywolf Mercenaries, was a master of all kinds of electronic devices and a top-notch hacker.

"Private mission... How's the base doing lately?" Campbell Watson's eyes showed a deep sense of nostalgia.

Skywolf Mercenaries was a mercenary organization he had built from the ground up. Every member was a brother who had faced life and death together. Only at the base did he feel a sense of home.

"The base is fine, but since you left, Boss Fox..."

"Hey, Eagle Eye, who are you talking to? Is it that jerk Campbell Watson?"

Suddenly, a commanding yet feminine voice interrupted, and even though it was from miles away, Campbell shivered at the sound.

He quickly threatened Eagle Eye on the other end of the line, "If you dare tell Fox where I am, I'll throw you into a pile of corpses in the Middle East and leave you there for three days and nights!"

With that, Campbell immediately hung up the phone.

On a small island in South Africa, a wild beauty dressed in a camouflage vest, black short shorts, and black combat boots glared at the phone that was now emitting a busy signal, her teeth grinding in frustration.

"That bastard dares to hide from me? Eagle Eye, where is that jerk now?" The wild beauty, known as Fox, placed one foot on a crate of ammunition, her eyes narrowing as she stared at a pale-skinned, nerdy-looking Asian youth in front of her.

"Boss Fox, I... I don't know..." The young man lowered his head, too scared to even breathe loudly.

In the entire mercenary group, he feared this wild beauty, code-named Fox, the most. Despite her sweet appearance and explosive figure, she was an expert in 108 different interrogation techniques. Known as the Queen of Torture in the mercenary world, even the toughest men couldn't withstand her methods...

"Eagle Eye, are you really not going to tell me?" Fox extended a slender finger, gently lifting the young man's chin, her eyes flashing with dangerous intent.

"Celestial Nation, the boss is in Celestial Nation. I'll send the address right away..."

Revealing the boss's location might get him thrown into a pile of corpses later, but that was a problem for the future. If he didn't talk now, he was certain he'd be in the torture chamber within seconds, experiencing every cruel method known to man.

Weighing the pros and cons, Skyeye didn't hesitate to betray the boss.

Beep beep...

As soon as Skyeye finished speaking, his phone received a text message.

Foxy opened the message, her alluring face breaking into a smile that could charm anyone: "You bastard, let's see where you run this time..."

Foxy tossed the phone into Skyeye's lap and strode out.

"Skyeye, if you dare report to him, I promise I have a hundred ways to make your life a living hell."

Her warning echoed from afar, causing Skyeye, who was just about to send a warning message, to tremble. His phone slipped from his hands and fell to the ground...

Skyeye swallowed hard, his face pale as he picked up the phone. He quickly deleted the message he had been composing and replied with a single word: "Okay!"

Ch 10

The next morning at seven o'clock, Promise Nelson walked out of her room with dark circles under her eyes.

She hadn't slept a wink all night, tossing and turning in bed. Sometimes she wondered what her dad was hiding from her, and other times she worried that someone might sneak in while she was asleep. It left her utterly exhausted.

"Hey, when did a female panda move in?" Campbell Watson, dressed in workout clothes, teased as he entered through the front door and noticed her dark circles.

Promise's face remained cold. She didn't even glance at Campbell, treating him as if he didn't exist. She walked straight to the shoe cabinet and pulled out a pair of burgundy high heels.

Campbell, unfazed by her cold shoulder, handed her a plastic bag. "I got you some soy milk and samosas from the corner."

He had run a few laps around the Sandalwood Palace Villa area that morning, familiarizing himself with the surroundings and terrain. As a bodyguard, knowing the environment was crucial for quick reactions and preventive measures in case of emergencies.

He had bought the soy milk and samosas from a stall just outside the east gate of the complex. The food looked clean and tasted good, so he thought he'd get some for Promise as well.

But unfortunately, his good intentions were destined to be wasted.

Promise glanced at the bag coldly. "I never eat junk food from street vendors. Also, could you move? You're in my way."

"..."

This woman, if she didn't want it, she could just say so. What's wrong with street food?

It's still food, isn't it?

And what did he mean by "in the way"? Was he a dog or something?

"If you don't want it, fine... I haven't had enough anyway," Campbell Watson said, annoyed, as he pulled his hand back. "Wait a minute, I'll change my clothes and take you to the office."

"No need," Promise Nelson replied coldly as she slipped on her flat casual shoes at the entrance. She picked up her high heels and started walking out.

"Hey, don't forget, I'm your personal bodyguard. Taking you to the office is part of my job," Campbell said, placing the breakfast on the shoe cabinet before heading to the utility room to change. As they brushed past each other, their arms accidentally touched.

Promise frowned, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes. She didn't wait for Campbell and walked straight out of the villa.

In the yard, a burgundy Porsche was parked. The airport had sent her car back last night at seven.

Promise opened her red Gucci handbag and rummaged through it for a while but couldn't find the car keys.

"Where are the keys? I clearly put them in my bag last night. How could they be missing?" Promise found it strange. She placed her bag and shoes on the car's hood and continued searching meticulously.

In the utility room, Campbell quickly changed into a simple casual outfit. He picked up the car keys from the bed, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, and strode out.

As he passed by the gate, he grabbed some breakfast on the way.

Beep beep...

Promise Nelson nearly emptied her entire bag, searching through it several times, but she still couldn't find her car keys.

She distinctly remembered putting the keys in her bag last night. How could they be missing?

Just as she was at her wit's end, the Porsche suddenly beeped twice.

Promise froze in her tracks.

She hadn't found her keys yet, so how did the car unlock?

"Hey beautiful, hop in. I'll give you a ride to work."

In her stunned gaze, Campbell Watson casually strolled over, opened the passenger door, and gestured for her to get in.

Dangling from his fingers was none other than the Porsche's key.

He knew Promise wouldn't wait for him, so he had taken the keys from her bag as they passed each other.

"You... I can't believe you're a thief!"

After searching for so long, it turned out this jerk had taken her keys. Furious, Promise glared at Campbell and demanded coldly, "Give me back my keys."

"Okay, here you go."

Seeing that Promise seemed genuinely upset, Campbell shrugged and tossed the keys back to her, then climbed into the passenger seat himself.

"Who told you to get in the car? Get out right now."

Promise Nelson was on the verge of losing her mind. This guy was way too presumptuous. He acted more like a boss than a bodyguard.

"Hey, did you hear me? Get out of the car now."

Seeing that he was ignoring her, Promise's tone became sharper and more authoritative.

Campbell Watson raised an eyebrow, his good mood instantly soured.

From the moment they met, this woman hadn't shown him a single kind expression. Did she really think he had no temper?

Even bodyguards have their dignity.

With a dark expression, Campbell climbed out of the car, and without a word, he pressed Promise against the hood.

Her shapely hips were raised high.

Smack!

Before Promise could react, Campbell slapped her hard on the butt, causing her to shudder.

"Ugh..."

The tingling sensation from her buttocks filled Promise with both shame and fury.

"You bastard, let go of me!"

Promise's face turned crimson, and her eyes, misty with anger, glared at him as she shouted.

She had never even held hands with a man before, let alone experienced such an intimate touch on her private area. She felt deeply violated and humiliated.

"Not bad, quite bouncy," Campbell Watson muttered under his breath. Ignoring the furious Promise Nelson, he gave another firm slap and said sternly, "Remember, girl, if you ever talk to me like that again, I'll spank you in front of the whole company."

He gave her another hard slap on her firm backside before reluctantly letting go.

Promise shot up, her anger boiling over, and slapped Campbell across the face.

Campbell grabbed her wrist, his expression darkening. "Looks like the lesson wasn't enough."

Before she could react, Campbell pulled her slightly, causing Promise to spin half a turn and end up bent over the car hood in a humiliating position once more.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Campbell delivered three quick slaps.

"Got it now, girl?"

Promise bit her lip hard, staying silent, her eyes filled with tears of rage and humiliation. No one had ever dared treat her like this. She vowed to have her father fire this jerk and make him pay dearly.

Seeing her silence, Campbell assumed she had given in. He released her and said with a smug smile, "That's better. Behave yourself, and we'll get through these three months just fine. After that, we can go our separate ways, OK?"

Promise stood up straight, her face icy, and adjusted her clothes. She shot Campbell a cold glare before getting into her Porsche without a word.

Campbell, still feeling smug, sniffed his hand, savoring the lingering scent, and smiled. He got into the car, buckled his seatbelt, and started eating his breakfast, completely unfazed.

The car was filled with a greasy smell.

Promise Nelson frowned, her face showing disgust. She instinctively wanted to scold, but swallowed her words.

She rolled down the window before starting the car.

Campbell Watson smacked his lips and quickly finished his breakfast, letting out a loud burp. He casually picked up a nearby bottle of water and rinsed his mouth.

"Hey, I drank from that bottle," Promise said, her expression changing. She finally couldn't hold back.

Burp!

Campbell let out another satisfied burp, placing the water bottle back. He smiled and said, "No worries, I don't mind sharing with you."

"..."

Promise silently picked up the water bottle and threw it out the window.

For the rest of the drive, she didn't say another word, her face cold and eyes fixed straight ahead, pretending Campbell wasn't there.

Campbell was happy to enjoy the quiet, leaning back in the leather seat with his eyes closed.

.....

SkyRise Corporation had a grand 23-story office building on Changting Street in the Huanglong District. The building housed the company's various departments and subsidiaries.

Promise parked her Porsche in her designated spot in the underground garage and changed into high heels. Campbell stood nearby, taking in the layout of the garage.

As a bodyguard, being constantly aware of your surroundings is crucial for ensuring you can react swiftly to any sudden incidents.

It was 7:32 in the morning, and work started at 9:00. At this time, apart from the night-shift security guards, there was no one else in the building.

Promise Nelson, the CEO of the company, was almost always the first to arrive and the last to leave. She was a classic workaholic.

Taking the exclusive elevator straight to the 23rd floor, Promise had her own domain, which included four areas: an office area, a relaxation area, a gym, and a meeting area.

Stepping out of the elevator, her office area was immediately to the right.

Usually, the first thing Promise did upon arriving at the office was to exercise for half an hour in the gym. But today, she went straight into her office area.

She had wasted an entire afternoon yesterday, leaving a pile of unfinished documents that needed to be dealt with before the other employees arrived to avoid delaying the workflow.

The office area was nearly 2,000 square feet, divided into two parts. The outer part was the secretary's office, and the inner part, about 1,000 square feet, belonged to Promise.

Promise walked into her office, placed her handbag down, brewed a cup of fragrant tea, and sat down to tackle the mountain of documents on her desk.

"I prefer to work alone. You can go and familiarize yourself with the surroundings," she said, noticing the presence of another person in the office, which was distracting her.

Campbell Watson, her bodyguard, also felt bored. He nodded and said, "Call me if you need anything," before stepping out.

Promise took a moment to gather her thoughts and then began to go through the documents.

Promise Nelson carefully reviewed each document, approving some and rejecting others, adding her comments where necessary.

As time ticked by, the stack of pending documents on her desk grew smaller and smaller...

Promise rubbed her slightly strained eyes and glanced at her watch. It was already 8:55, and only one document remained on her desk.

This was the personnel appointment and dismissal document from the Security Department.

All personnel decisions for the company's management had to be approved by the president to prevent nepotism.

The former head of the Security Department had resigned two weeks ago, and the position was temporarily filled by the deputy head, Dawson. Given Dawson's outstanding abilities, the HR department decided to promote him officially.

Promise glanced over Dawson's resume. A retired special forces soldier from the Southwestern Military District, he was highly skilled in combat and firearms, with over five years of security experience. He had been diligent and responsible during his tenure, making him well-suited for the head position.

Just as Promise was about to approve the promotion, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

Knock, knock, knock...

At that moment, there was a gentle knock on the door.