Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 513

When Zeke heard what the girl said, his expression instantly turned cold.

“Who am I? Let me show you exactly who I am today.”

Sharon immediately started freaking out, assuming that Zeke was going to unleash his anger through actions. She hastily stopped him and said, “Mr. Williams, forget about it. I don’t want the money anymore. You can’t beat them...”

“Don’t worry. They’re not worth my time and effort.” Zeke answered.

All he did was take out his phone and dialed Mr. Terence’s number.

Mr. Terence fumbled for his phone, and when he saw the caller ID flashing across the screen, he instantly sobered up a little.

“Shit. I completely forgot about the new boss.” He said to Crew-Cut.

“Guys, are you able to continue drinking? If you can’t, go to the washroom and get yourselves sobered up. We need to accompany the new boss later.”

“Damn it. Everything has gone to hell because of a bodyguard. What shitty luck.”

He calmed himself down and answered the call, speaking in a flattering voice, “Mr. Williams, have you arrived? I’ll go out and meet you.”

In the next second, Mr. Terence’s voice came from Zeke’s phone. Every word was exactly the same as what he had just said.

What’s going on?

Mr. Terence jolted in shock and looked at Zeke with confusion sprawled across his features.

“Hello?” He spoke into his phone again.

His voice sounded from Zeke’s phone once again.

Mr. Terence was horror-struck, and his hand went limp. His phone slipped from his grasp and dropped to the ground.

Zeke, the presumed ‘bodyguard’, turned out to be his new boss!

All along, he had been mocking, insulting, and scolding his new boss, even going so far as trying to get him dead-drunk...

What the f**k... What the hell is going on?

Crew-Cut and the rest had shot up from their seats in utter disbelief as well.

This ordinary-looking man was the VIP we were supposed to entertain today?

What a dramatic twist of events.

You’re obviously the boss, but you pretended to be a bodyguard? What were you hoping to gain by keeping such a low profile?

Despicable!

On the other hand, Sharon’s mind was in shambles.

She suddenly remembered that she had complained about the ‘new boss’ in front of Zeke more than a few times.

She had called the new boss an old pervert whose face was probably covered with acne or had some severe skin condition that made him look ugly. She even went as far as saying that he had all kinds of serious venereal diseases...

Is there anyone else in the world who is more embarrassed than me?

But he’s not mad at me, is he? Or he wouldn’t be here trying to help me out.

Zeke tucked his phone away and took up the bottle of wine to pour himself another drink.

Upon seeing this, one of the pretty girls hurriedly took the bottle and spoke in a sugary tone, “Sir, allow me.”

The other four girls had also regained their senses, rushing to pour him water and light his cigarette, eager to serve him in any way they could.

Now that they finally saw Zeke for who he really was, they deemed him as their ideal type of man, practically idolizing him.

Not only was he wealthy and a good drinker, but he was also extremely down-to-earth.

Unlike Mr. Terence, who put on airs just because he was slightly more well-off but was in fact just a fartface who loved calling himself the ‘best in the world’ and always disrespected women, treating them as his playthings.

Most importantly, Zeke was younger and a million times more handsome than Mr. Terence and his lot. Only a blind person would choose them over Zeke.

The girls’ attitudes made a 180 degree turn, and Zeke couldn’t help but find it hilarious.

He had no doubt that just a word from him would make the five beauties trip over themselves trying to ‘serve’ him.

At the same moment, Mr. Terence was feeling awkward and bewildered.

Nonetheless, he had seen much of the workings of the world and was able to quickly pull himself together. He said to Zeke unabashedly, “I didn’t know you were our new boss, Mr. Williams. My apology for the disrespect. We were just too ignorant to recognize you.”

“Why don’t we do it like this, Mr. Williams? I will down one glass as a punishment and a token of apology. I hope you don’t take any offense.”

“You want my forgiveness? Well, it depends on how sincere you are.” Zeke replied.

He picked up an unopened bottle of wine and put it on the table. “Finish this whole bottle and consider yourself forgiven.”