Chapter 4 Stupid CEO

One of the three was a handsome guy about 25 years old. When he heard that, he couldn't help but sneer.

"Two million dollars for us to be your bodyguards? Who are you insulting?"

This handsome man was one of Camelia's trusted subordinates. His name was Peter Dalton, and he was also known as Emp. Peter from the King Palace.

A gloomy light flashed in Bill's eyes when he heard that. "If that's the case, death is your only option."

As soon as his voice died, he suddenly lunged at Emp. Peter.

"Ow!"

But the moment he attacked, he felt a sharp pain in his right arm.

He looked down to see a long slit in the sleeve of his tailored suit.

The wound ran almost the entire length of his arm.

Blood from the bone-deep wound soaked the fabric of his suit almost instantly.

The excruciating pain caused a layer of cold sweat to break out on Bill's forehead.

But he was a tough guy.

Even in such severe pain, he remained composed.

Peter toyed with an exquisite knife the length of a finger and looked at Bill with amusement.

"As I said, two million dollars can't buy me. And with your mediocre skills, you want to challenge me?"

"Who are you?"

Bill asked in a cold voice, enduring the pain in his arm.

He had trained with a hermit since he was a child, and his strength was enough to rank among the top ten in Seattle.

It was no exaggeration to say that even the number one fighter in Seattle could not injure him so easily.

But the man before him had effortlessly overpowered him.

At one point, he even felt the threat of death!

Peter sneered. "You're not worthy of knowing who I am."

With a flick of his fingers, a rope was tied to Bill's wrist.

"Boss, what should we do with him?"

Camelia looked up from the blood bag.

"Didn't he want to save his fiancée? Get her over."

"Okay, boss."

Half a minute later, Sally Barber was carried into the blood collection room.

Without any tender feelings, Peter threw her onto the ground.

Regardless of the pain of falling, Sally rushed to Bill's side.

"Bill, who are they? I'm so scared!"

Seeing Sally panicked like a frightened hare, Bill felt his heart being slowly clenched by an invisible hand.

He wanted to comfort her but didn't know what to say.

A sense of powerlessness he had never felt before swept over him.

Camelia, who was processing the first tube of blood, looked up again.

She stared at Sally for a moment and chuckled.

"I thought you, the fiancée of a famous CEO, would be a stunner. Turns out you're just a coquettish slut."

Bill's already gloomy face darkened with a murderous look.

He clenched his fists, his blunt nails almost digging into his palms.

No one dared to taunt his woman like that.

She was so bold!

"Bill, I'm not… that kind of woman she said. She's a girl too. How can she say that about me?"

Sally's pale lips trembled as she clung to Bill's leg, she had received a great insult.

Because she was on the side of Bill's uninjured arm, she didn't see that he was hurt.

In her mind, the situation was simply that Camelia had some business relationship with Bill.

And Camelia spoke unscrupulously with a little capital in her hands.

Some people had dared to speak ill of Sally before, but after she "accidentally" revealed it to Bill, those people disappeared.

How dare this woman taunts her in front of Bill? She could already imagine Camelia's miserable appearance when she was killed.