For Chris, who had lived on the razor's edge since childhood, surviving through brutal killings and shady backroom deals, women had never been anything more than tools for sexual release.
He never had the patience or interest to romance a woman. His current relationship with Anne, which teetered on the edge of genuine emotion, was merely a result of being forced by circumstances.
Back in the Gold Delta, he could move freely through the criminal underworld. Whether it was arson, murder, or drug trafficking, no one could touch him. He ruled that territory with an iron fist.
But now, he was in a civilized society governed by the rule of law, where a simple conflict could become public knowledge. Not to mention, his current employer was a top-tier tycoon with immense power and influence.
This was not his domain. He was in a foreign land and answering to a different master. He had to conceal his blood-soaked past and force himself to play the part of a subservient bodyguard.
One wrong move, and he could be imprisoned in this country forever, never to return to his world.
Therefore, he would not act recklessly until he was fully prepared to make a clean escape.
After they finished, Anne lay disheveled in Chris' arms. Looking up at his face, she could not help but stroke it gently.
Having been with countless men, she had to admit that he was the only one who had truly shaken her to the core.
She closed her eyes, her mind drifting back to the scene of their meeting in Soutara Province.
At that time, Anna had just escaped from the island, only to be sold by her kidnappers to the Gold Delta, entering a new living hell.


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