Chapter 124

I sat at the side of the road, lost in thought. Rich or poor, it seemed everyone had an angle.

When I was wealthy, people swarmed around me, their intentions as transparent as glass—each one after my fortune. No one really wanted me.

Yet, when I am poor, people also leave me because of my poverty; no one really loves me either.

Suddenly, my phone rang, pulling me from my reverie.

"Mr. Alex."

"Yes?" I answered.

"I got your number from Mr. Xian."

"What do you want?" I asked, noticing a group beginning to form around me. It appeared that Damian's thugs had rallied their forces.

"I heard you offer freelance bodyguard jobs, and right now, you're at the University of Oxford."

"Yes," I replied as I stood, plugging my phone into a wired earphone.

About ten guys, armed with baseball bats and iron bars, approached me menacingly.

"How dare you hit Damian's people," they shouted as they advanced.

To me, their movements were sluggish, almost comical. I struck one in the face, channeling my inner e
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