When it came to Chaisi or Brianna, Fu Tailan was confident he could at least hold his own against either of them.
What he never expected — and still couldn't quite believe — was that some run-of-the-mill bodyguard, appearing out of nowhere, had actually managed to put him in a genuinely embarrassing position. He was now hugging his knees, crouched under the desk, staring at Westley's two legs wrapped in sleep pants.
The study door had swung open before the identity swap was finished. There'd been no time to finish it.
If this was the critical moment when Westley's body was about to be discovered, then Fu Tailan absolutely could not be caught red-handed at a crime scene.
The moment that person opened the door, they'd see him. One step back and they could bolt into the hallway and start screaming. But for him to lunge across, he'd have to cover the full length of a study larger than most people's living rooms — there simply wasn't enough time.
