Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 712

Occasionally, Mia observed Zeke through the small door gap. Upon discovery that he was not peeking at her, she gradually relaxed.

This man seems to be quite the gentleman.

Meanwhile, she felt rather upset.

Is my figure not attractive?

To the point where you don’t even have the deSire to take a small peek at me?

After she came out of the shower, she uttered to Zeke, “You should take a shower too.”

Wearing damp clothes that stuck to his skin, Zeke felt uncomfortable. Hence, he carefully put the signed autograph aside and went to take a shower.

Mia found a set of casual clothes from her closet and brought it over to Zeke. “These are my Dad’s clothes. You can wear them first... Ahh!”

She had wanted to give Zeke clean clothes but had completely forgotten that he was showering.

She ended up face-to-face with Zeke’s naked body.

She was dumbstruck for a moment and her jaw fell wide open.

Although his body appeared thin, it was packed with perfectly proportional muscles that looked pleasing to the eyes.

Especially his eight-pack abs that could no doubt make a woman squeal like a fangirl.

He’s probably a bodybuilder.

No. Even bodybuilders don’t have such chiseled muscles.

Zeke took the clothes from her and shut the door in her face, even grumbling under his breath, “Pervert.”

Mia was rendered speechless for the umpteenth time today.

Her cheeks were on fire and wild thoughts ran through her mind. Every time she closed her eyes, the image of his beautiful body would appear in her mind.

If only I could take a bite... Ahh! What the heck am I thinking?

Zeke finished taking his shower very quickly.

Mia had only stolen a brief glance at him, but her traitorous mind could not stop replaying what she had seen, and she trembled slightly, at the naughty thoughts that filled her mind.

To prevent things from getting awkward, she hurriedly muttered, “You must be hungry. I’ll prepare something for you to eat.”

“Mm.” He grunted out, looking ice-cold as always.

Mia went to the kitchen and cooked some spaghetti.

Zeke was famished and gobbled down the food in record time.

Mia wore a broad smile on her face. This was the first time she had cooked for a man. Judging by the way he was wolfing down the food, she deemed it as a successful first attempt.

After Zeke finished eating, he put down the utensils and pronounced, “I don’t like taking takings for free. Tell me what problems you’re facing and why you’d jumped off the bridge. Let me see if I can help you.”

Mia smiled bitterly.

Help me?

What can you do to help me?

Mr. Quin isn’t someone a person like you can mess with.

Even so, Mia told him everything from start to end, not withholding even the tiniest detail. She also told him about her visit to the Grand Empire Group today, which ended up being a fruitless journey.

Zeke deliberated for a moment before saying, “Grand Empire Group’s new boss can indeed protect you. Go and apply for a job there again tomorrow. There won’t be any problems this time.”

Mia spoke with a hint of annoyance, “Hah! They’ve already rejected me today. Will they magically change their minds overnight?”

Zeke nodded. “They will.”

“It’s a lot easier said than done. Do you expect me to believe that they’ll accept me just because you’ve said so? Can you somehow influence Grand Empire Group’s decisions?” Mia challenged.

“I can.” Zeke brusquely replied.

Mia was dumbstruck. “Grand Empire Group’s market value is estimated to be at least a billion. If you can influence the Grand Empire Group’s decisions, let’s not talk about ten billion, you’ll need to have at least have one billion. Are the billionaires nowadays so low-key that they dress this shabbily... The clothes you were wearing probably wouldn’t even add up to a hundred.”

Zeke asked, “Are looks all that matter to you?”

“No.” Mia shook her head.

Zeke responded emotionlessly, “Then don’t talk as if they are.”

Mia kept her mouth shut.

Never mind, there’s no point in arguing with him. He’s probably just satisfying his vanity by bragging endlessly.

“What are you working as? How much is your monthly salary?” Mia inquired.

Zeke replied with a straight face, “I’m a salesperson with a salary of eight thousand plus.”

Pft!

Mia could barely stifle her laughter.

Well, looks like the cat has been let out of the bag. How can a salesperson with a salary of eight thousand be able to influence Grand Empire Group’s decisions?

It’s absurd.