James stared at the men in black suits before him.

They were postured threateningly, and their veins popped in their foreheads, looking like well-fuelled fighting machines revving their engines.

This piqued his interest.

Who on earth was this girl, and why was she surrounded by so many bodyguards?

Cynthia yelled angrily. “Luther, what the hell are you doing?!”

Luther was a plainly dressed man around 40 years old. He had a diamond-shaped face and short hair.

He responded courteously, “My lady, the master had ordered us to follow you around. He has some business to deal with right now, but he will arrive here tomorrow morning.”

“I’m no longer a kid! Can he stop sending people to stalk me?”

Cynthia was visibly upset. She pulled on James’ arm and stormed right into the group of bodyguards.

She started punching and kicking them, and none of them dared to fight back.

Luther was at a loss for what to do.

He ordered, “Follow them.”

“Yes, sir!”

The group of men tailed the two.

James was unwill