Her Seven Little Bodyguards

Chapter 411

"I have important matters to deal with, and I'd like to meet Master Gordon now. Can you guys please step aside? Thank you in advance," Vania spoke politely.

The head security let out a hearty laugh upon hearing her words. "You just want to ask Master Gordon about The Great Chemist's whereabouts, right? Is that the important matter you're referring to?" The other three security guards began to laugh as well.

Vania frowned as she didn't understand why they showed such a huge reaction to her words. "There are tons of rich people like you who come looking for our master with the same excuse," one of the security guards said. All the guards were sick for the same reason—they wanted to hear something new for once.

"I—" Vania barely got anything out of her mouth before another one of the security guards interrupted her. "Leave. Hurry and leave now! Our master refuses to meet anyone," he said. Then, he waved his arms around to chase them out.

There was a hint of annoyance and disdain in his tone—it was clear that the guards had encountered too many people who asked for the same thing. However, the more the guards tried to chase them out, the more Vania was certain of her suspicions. Master Gordon must have some insider news. The lyrics talking about the separation of close friends might even be from Master's personal experience, she thought.

Vania used a placating tone when she next spoke. "Can you guys please help me to pass the message? My son was poisoned, and I'm afraid The Great Chemist is the only one who can help him," she said. The rest of the security guards cackled among themselves—it was clear that they didn't trust a word she said.


"I genuinely want to meet Master Gordon to ask him for advice on saving my son's life. I don't have other intentions," she clarified again. She didn't know what the other people must've been seeking the master for in the past, and she didn't understand why the master was so against meeting them.

However, when the security guards heard her explanation, they only laughed louder than before. The head security seemed to be deep in thought for a moment. "Let me think about it… I'm not sure how many people before you have used the same excuse." Saving one's son's life, having a poisoned lover, having parents who were critically ill… All of these were excuses that the guards were sick of hearing. These people can really come up with the most absurd reasons just to meet The Great Chemist!

One of the guards made a sarcastic comment concerning Vania's words. "If we had recorded all the illnesses we've heard of, we could probably write a medical dictionary."

All the guards agreed that Vania's excuse was terrible—it was almost as if she uttered the first thing she could think of.

"Perhaps we'd spend more time chatting with you if you could come up with an excuse that we haven't heard in the past," another guard commented. He was tired of hearing the same excuses over and over again. Why can’t people have a little more creativity? Why can't there be people who tell us something we don't already know?