Coolest Girl in Town (Elise and Alexander) novel Chapter 437

Chapter 437 Who Said I’m Apologizing?

Before dawn arrived, the group of them led Joseph, who was fully awake, and Claude, who had collapsed from exhaustion, back to the house. They had just got out of the car when a stern-looking man hurried out of the house and strode toward Alexander. “Mr. Griffith.” The man wasn’t tall, yet he seemed like a fierce man because of his actions and demeanor.

“Yeah.” Alexander nodded before he turned to introduce the man to Elise. “This is Clement. He used to help me with my work overseas, and he’ll be responsible for the safety of the houses from now onward.”

“Thank you,” Elise uttered with a polite smile.

“No worries. I’m just following orders,” Clement said with a blank expression on his face. His gaze was fixed at a space in front of him, but it seemed like his eyes weren’t focused on any particular object. Elise could sense great hostility coming from the man.

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The few of them had just helped Joseph to settle down when Danny strutted over curiously. “Hey, Elise. Why didn’t you tell me that you knew Aldric? Why don’t you promote me to him, huh?” Danny uttered with a playful look on his face.

“There’s no need for that. SK Group is a mess now—you’ll probably get turned into ashes if you enter the organization.”

“I’m not that smart, but I’m pretty sure I have enough combat skills to save my life, don’t you think?” Danny scratched his head grumpily. All of a sudden, his eyes lit up as he shuffled over to whisper in Elise’s ear. “I’ve been thinking about something. Do you want to hear my theory?”

“You can tell me if you want to.” Elise was rubbing a needle between her fingers, and she didn’t even bother to look at him. Danny pouted for a moment before he started speaking in an unenthusiastic tone. “I just wanted to say that you seem really similar to Master Eliza from SK Group. You’re really skilled, after all.”

Elise chuckled when she heard him. He isn’t that dumb after all. However, she didn’t respond to him. Danny walked over to the door as he was disheartened by her lack of response. Coincidentally, he bumped into Clement, who was bringing tea into the room.

“Clement?” Danny gave Clement a friendly punch in the chest when he saw him. “Dude! Weren’t you sent over to Africa? When did you get back?”

“Today.” It was almost as if Clement had a quota for the number of words he could say in a day. Danny continued to pound his fists on Clement as he blabbered on. Clement’s figure wobbled in response to Danny’s heavy punches, but he had the same emotionless look on his face. Every man had a master—it seemed like Danny was Clement’s master.