Chapter 3 Annual Salary of Two Million Dollars

An 18 or 19-year-old girl dressed in black appeared before everyone.

The sight of her made the doctors' hearts skip a beat.

The cold and stern aura surrounding her was far more terrifying than that of Bill.

Under her icy gaze, everyone felt their blood run cold.

But soon, the director regained his composure.

His face darkened.

"Don't you know where you are? Get the hell…"

"Ah!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was kicked out of the room.

The nurse sitting across from the boy drawing blood widened her eyes in shock.

Because…

The girl at the door had appeared right in front of her in the blink of an eye.

The nurse subconsciously tightened her grip on the nearly full tube.

But in the next moment, a small hand grabbed her wrist and gently twisted it.

"Ah!"

A shrill echoed through the room.

Camelia seemed not to hear the nurse's screams. She quickly took hold of the needle and carefully pulled it out.

Then she placed the blood into the processing instrument as quickly as possible.

After processing the blood, she changed the needle and inserted it into the boy's blood vessel.

As the blood returned to his body, his vision gradually cleared.

He saw the figure in front of him but could barely open his eyes. His voice was softer than usual as he called out.

"Sis… sister?"

He had seen pictures of his sister, and although the woman in front of him looked different, he could feel that she was his sister, whom his grandmother said had died.

Camelia's hand paused as she pushed the needle.

Her cold face softened as if touched by a ray of warm sunshine.

She hummed lightly.

Raising her hand, she gently rubbed the boy's head.

At the door, the three trusted subordinates who had followed Camelia for years looked at each other in surprise.

Although their leader greeted everyone with a smile, they knew that it was just her disguise.

They never dreamed that they would see such a warm smile on her face.

As they stood there in shock, a dozen burly bodyguards in black swarmed over.

Bill, who exuded a terrifying aura, came out from behind them.

His eyes turned murderous when he saw the blood was reinfused into the boy's body. "Very good!"

It seemed that he had been too low-key recently, and some people had forgotten the consequences of offending him.

He tilted his head and ordered the leading bodyguard, "Get rid of them!"

The bodyguard nodded hurriedly and respectfully. "Yes, sir."

He waved his hand and shouted, "Get them!"

But half a minute later…

All the bodyguards, including the captain, lay on the ground howling incessantly.

Bill looked at the three people surrounding him with a trace of surprise in his usually calm eyes.

He hadn't expected these three seemingly ordinary fighters to be so skilled.

But it only surprised him a little.

He looked at them indifferently. His voice was calm and condescending.

"Each of you will receive an annual salary of two million dollars if you become my bodyguards. Otherwise, you die."

The three were taken aback by his words.

Camelia, who had been transfusing blood for her brother, raised her head and looked at Bill in a way as if he were a fool.

"Idiot!"