Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 577

At ten o'clock that morning, Carey knocked on the door of the Starlight

Entertainment CEO's office.

She stepped inside, leading the candidate for the personal bodyguard position.

"Ms. Kensington, this is Mr. Monroe, here for the bodyguard interview."

Briony looked up from the stack of paperwork in front of her.

The man was tall-so tall that even Carey, who stood around five-foot-seven, seemed petite beside him.

He wore all black: a tracksuit, a baseball cap pulled low, and a surgical mask covering most of his face. Only his eyes were visible, the rest of him hidden away.

Carey handed over the interview file.

Briony glanced down at the papers.

international security firm. Retired after a

available for round-the-clock assignments.

photo attached was

gaze settling on the man's face. "Could you take off your mask so I can get

his voice deep and steady. "My face was badly

Burned?

in your file-was it

Blair nodded. "Yes."

studied him, an inexplicable suspicion creeping in. She knew it was irrational, maybe

know everything about you. I'm not going to judge you for an accident, but

slowly reached

of his face-twisted, angry burns

Briony could make out the shape of his nose and the sharpness in his

not the same face as

over his face again. He looked at Briony. "Is there anything else you'd like to know, Ms. Kensington?" She

standby, possibly with no days off for weeks, but you will get vacation time. If I'm home and not going out, you're free to use your