"What's the matter with you? Do you think I'm not paying you enough?" Holden Patterson demanded, glaring at Bill Holden.
"No. The pay might not be much, but I've accepted your commission, so I will see it through."
"Do you take me for a fool? You're with her every day. You could grab her at any moment. But what are you doing? Do you want me to file a complaint against you?!"
Bill Holden smiled and shrugged. "A complaint? For taking a private job? If you do that, you'll find yourself on KK's blacklist too."
Holden Patterson was stunned. He never expected a mercenary group from some small desert nation to be so disciplined.
"And by the way, my organization's official mission is to serve as Miss Ivy Holden's assistant for one month. During this month, anyone who wants to harm her will have to kill me first." Bill Holden politely stepped forward and refilled Holden Patterson's wine glass.
