Noticing what happened, his subordinates deliberately teased them and brought the helicopter to a sudden drop.
“Ah-” The next second, while Angela blushed, she hugged Richard tightly again as her heart pounded.
“Trevor, are you trying to dig your own grave?” Richard gave the pilot in the cockpit a warning glare.
Trevor Hemmings smiled and dared not joke around anymore.
Steadily, he flew the helicopter back to their base.
An hour later, Angela took a shower to clean herself up from head to toes in the bathroom. After she came out of the shower, she was surprised to see a set of clean and tidy camouflage uniforms on her bed. Who are these people? Why is there military equipment everywhere here?
When Angela recalled what happened in the morning, she felt terrible and found her mysterious bodyguard to be even more hateful.
She opened the door and came out to see a man sitting on the sofa operating a computer. It was Richard.
“Hey, your name is Gideon Lambert, right?” Angela questioned him in irritation. She merely heard the name from him this morning, but she was not completely sure if it was his name.
“My name is Richard Lloyd.” Richard raised his head to correct her.
“Great! You even lied to me about your name. What else are you hiding from me? Also, are you an undercover spy? How do you know I am in danger?”
“You bumped into a woman at the airport yesterday, and that woman was holding lipstick. Your lipsticks have been swapped. Now, I need you to tell me where the lipstick that you picked up at the airport yesterday was.” Richard’s eyes were fixed on her.
Angela could not help looking at him in shock while taking a seat opposite him.
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