Dean couldn't believe his ears. Why in the world would his employer bring some random nobody and place in charge of the security on his impromptu trip?It didn't make sense no matter how he looked at it, and he couldn't accept it. After some pondering, he decided to voice his dissatisfaction.“Sir, this does not make any sense. Why would you have me remain here while you're taking this no named newbie along with you? You've never done this before!”Sighing loudly, Henri knew it would come to this. So out of respect for the man who had stood by his side guarding and protecting him for all these years, he explained.“The occasion I plan to attend is a hush one for the upper brass of society and I am only entitled to one bodyguard. Also, you're the only person I can trust to stay and secure my home in my absence.”Dean stepped forward, his tone reflecting more of the annoyance he felt as he spoke. “But sir! That's even more reason to have me at your side. I have far more experience atten

Standing between, one of Henri's subordinates explained the rules and conditions for the fight less for the participants and more for the onlookers, to bring some up to speed while validating the theories of others.After confirming that both parties were in good condition and ready to begin, he signaled for both men to begin.And thus began the legend of the war god within the Lefevre house.“Oh and just so you know,” Arthur stated, causing his opponent to ease his stance as he raised a brow in curiosity. “Don't be foolish enough to say anything stupid like you'll give me a chance to land three hits or something.”Shrugging while purposefully ignoring the infuriated man, he continued, “Not only is it awfully cheesy, there's another major problem with it.”He paused for a moment, holding the gaze of the head of security with that of a solemn look.“You'll die if you do that, y'know.”Dean wasted no time in closing the distance between them, throwing out jabs with lethal precision and

For the fourth time that morning, a gasp emanated from the crowd as they all set sight on the one thought to be undefeated lying on the floor unconscious.The onlookers had experienced one shocking scene after the other. Their surprise wasn't just because they hadn't expected such things to occur, it was also because they did not believe it could be as absurd as they had witnessed.It was one thing telling them that Dean, the head of the Lefevre's security and the strongest man most of them knew, was defeated, but it was another completely different thing saying he was taken down in two hits, where the first would have done the job.Their whispers grew louder as the man granted the role of the referee cautiously approached Dean to inspect his unconscious form. After noting he was still alive although possibly experiencing a concussion, he sighed in relief and turned from Arthur to the crowd, announcing him as the winner.Dean's direct subordinates were the most surprised out of everyo

Arthur had given him an instruction and Henri was ready to fulfill it as soon as he possibly could.So once it seemed Arthur was done speaking with him, he set out, eager to cross out the tasks he had set in his mental to do list.They were simple straightforward tasks and unless another variable arose, he was to have no issues accomplishing them. So he set out.His first mission as he had already rounded up all his paperwork the night before, was to check on Dean's state in the infirmary within his manor.While Henri was told that Dean's state wasn't one that required one to go to the hospital, it was still a big enough problem that he couldn't have been instructed to just sleep off the problem.“Welcome sir.” The staff on the clock greeted the silent Henri.With his response being a simple nod, he looked about the somewhat empty clinic before returning his attention to the slowly breathing form of his head of security.Moving his troubled gaze from the unconscious Dean with the I.V

Just before they left, Arthur decided to do one last routine check, an act that had become a habit for him ever since the war.But unlike back then, his purposes for doing so were different, although a few were still the same. During the war he inspected his vehicle to note any faults or to spot any opportunities for the enemy to take advantage of and place the lives of his comrades in danger.Now, however, was a bit different because while he did inspect for faults to prevent any hindrance as they prepared to reach their destination, his main focus this time was the small luggage that both he and Henri Lefevre, who was playing the role of his client, had carried.After doing so and noting everything was all good and fine, he notified Henri and prepared to leave, pausing momentarily as all the Lefevre staff present in the mansion as well as Henri's children gathered in front of the manor.Glancing from them to his client who seemed too busy to notice their sudden appearance, Arthur wa