Chapter 39 No Option

• "I cannot take that, Mr. Ludacris. Why do I have a bodyguard? I don't need it." Eva half-shrieked. She widened her eyes, yet Cheyne was keeping his smile instead.
• "Ms. Alexander, your job now is to help and take care of our President, Gabriel Xander. That's one of the highest-ranking positions for this company. So we think you are going to need a bodyguard. I'll ensure you'll guard for 24 hours, seven days a week." Cheyne explained more. Eva was stunned, with her mouth slightly open.
• "I think that's too much. I don't want to be pestered."