Bruce slowly lowered the phone.

"Sir?" The four bodyguards all turned to look at him.

Bruce had lied. He didn't have just two bodyguards—he had four.

He set the phone on the table, his brows knitting slightly, and glanced at the beautiful woman beside him. She looked to be about twenty‑four or twenty‑five, a young boy of three or four sleeping soundly in her arms.

"He refused," Bruce said flatly.

The woman adjusted the child and gently rocked him. "Didn't you say he was lecherous? And he st