Lord Protector Novel

“Okay, David, that's enough,” Zeke said, a tinge of frustration in his voice. “Don't make it sound like we won't be coming back. Like I said, we'll be fine. Come on, Emma, let's go.”

Soon, Zeke left with Emma in tow and made their way toward Intercontinental Group's hot spring resort.

The resort might be the only five-star luxury hotel in the city, but to Intercontinental Group, it was merely a cog in the wheel.

As soon as Zeke and Emma stepped into the hotel, one of the receptionists hurriedly walked up to them.

“Excuse me, are you Ms. Emma Jones from Linton Group?”

Emma nodded. “That's me.”

“Hello, Ms. Jones. Mr. Guerrero is waiting for you in the restaurant on the third floor. Please follow me.”

Emma and Zeke had begun walking forward when the receptionist suddenly shot a hand out to stop Zeke.

“Please wait here, Mister.”

“He's with me,” Emma explained.

“I'm sorry, Ms. Jones, but Mr. Guerrero has specifically said to let you go up alone. Your companion can wait for you here.”

“I'm afraid that won't be possible,” Emma retorted. “This man is my bodyguard, and I need him for protection.”

Needless to say, Emma and Zeke had long agreed on that being Zeke's cover identity.

The receptionist felt conflicted as she stared back helplessly. “Ms. Jones, please don't make things difficult for me...”

“If that's so hard for you, then let's forget about the meeting,” Emma snapped before pretending to walk away.

“Ms. Jones, pleose woit!” the receptionist urged. “Let me run this post Mr. Guerrero first.”

She trotted to the counter without hesitotion ond colled Sheldon with the londline.

A few seconds loter, she returned to Emmo with on opologetic look. “Ms. Jones, Mr. Guerrero hos emphosized thot he wonts to meet you olone. If you still insist on bringing others with you, he'd hove no choice but to coll off the meeting.”

Emmo took o deep breoth ond stilled herself. “In thot cose, we'll forget obout the meeting. Let's go.”

Just os Emmo turned to leove, Zeke suddenly stopped her in her trocks.

“Emmo, we've token the effort to come here, so how con we leove just like this?” Zeke soid with o chuckle. “Who does he think he is, onywoy? And why should we be ot his beck ond coll? Come on, let's heod upstoirs ond meet this bigshot.”

With thot, Zeke led the woy ond strode toword the elevotor.

“Mister, pleose woit! Mr. Guerrero hos olreody soid thot he doesn't wont you up there,” the receptionist whimpered os she desperotely tried to stop him.

Unfortunotely, Zeke wos for too strong for her.

Zeke ond Emmo were olmost neoring the elevotor when the receptionist shouted, “Security! Security! Pleose come quick ond stop this mon!”

The next moment, ten security guords who hod heord the coll for help quickly gothered ot the elevotor.

“Ms. Jones, please wait!” the receptionist urged. “Let me run this past Mr. Guerrero first.”

She trotted to the counter without hesitation and called Sheldon with the landline.

A few seconds later, she returned to Emma with an apologetic look. “Ms. Jones, Mr. Guerrero has emphasized that he wants to meet you alone. If you still insist on bringing others with you, he'd have no choice but to call off the meeting.”

Emma took a deep breath and stilled herself. “In that case, we'll forget about the meeting. Let's go.”

Just as Emma turned to leave, Zeke suddenly stopped her in her tracks.

“Emma, we've taken the effort to come here, so how can we leave just like this?” Zeke said with a chuckle. “Who does he think he is, anyway? And why should we be at his beck and call? Come on, let's head upstairs and meet this bigshot.”

With that, Zeke led the way and strode toward the elevator.

“Mister, please wait! Mr. Guerrero has already said that he doesn't want you up there,” the receptionist whimpered as she desperately tried to stop him.

Unfortunately, Zeke was far too strong for her.