Chapter 3

Half an hour later, Chase found the Turners according to the address given to him by the old man.

Henry Turner, who was close to 50, smiled as he finished reading the letter given to him inside the living room. “It’s true. It’s the writing of that esteemed man.”

“Now do you believe who I am, Uncle Henry?”

Chase asked, “The old man told me that you asked for his help right before he died. He requested that I protect your family. Can you tell me what happened?”

Henry sighed. “It’s like this, Chase. A business competitor wrote me a letter anonymously to tell me that he would kidnap my daughter.”

“I’ve hired five bodyguards for her, but she has been spoiled by me since young. All five of them have been chased off by her.

“After giving this thorough consideration, I decided to ask for your master’s help.”

Henry smiled at Chase. “Your master has given me the solution in the letter you brought me. You need to be my daughter’s fiancé. That will give you a good reason to protect her.”

Chase frowned. “I don’t think that’s appropriate, Uncle Henry.”

“There’s nothing inappropriate about this unless you’re looking to disobey his orders.”

With a smile, Henry continued, “I approve of you as my son-in-law. It’s decided, then.”

Chase had no idea what else to say. “Alright. But I’ll only protect your daughter for three months.”

He quietly disagreed with this. This old man had always caused trouble for others when he was alive, and even in death, he was giving trouble to his disciple.

If he had known that his master would do this to him, Chase would not have been so nice as to buy so much porn for him when he was alive.

A cold voice rang out right then. “I don’t agree with this, Dad!”

The next moment, Chase saw a woman running in angrily. She did not have makeup on, but her features were exquisite. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, and she had long, slender legs that were fair and smooth.

Behind her was a middle-aged woman who looked like she had taken good care of herself. The woman looked like she was about 40.

Riley Turner had fire spitting out of her eyes.

All she did was go out shopping with her mother and in that period of time, her father had already arranged a fiancé for her.

The fiancé he got for her looked no different than a beggar. She would be a laughingstock if her friends found out about this.

“Are you crazy, Henry? This boy isn’t good enough for Riley,” Henry’s wife, Laura Holland, said coldly.

“This is all for Riley’s good. You’ll understand the reason for this in the future,” Henry tried to calm them down.

Riley stamped her feet. “Dad, I'll never marry a beggar like him even if it kills me.”

“I don’t agree to this either.”

Laura objected to this loudly.

Henry was enraged. “This has been decided. There is no room for discussion. Chase, I’ll be handing my daughter over to you.”

“Don’t worry, Uncle Henry. I’ll make sure to protect her well,” Chase promised.

Smiling, Henry said, “Riley, bring Chase with you to buy some daily necessities. It’s his first time here, and he doesn’t know the city well.

“By the way, bring Chase to your company tomorrow as well for an interview.

“Isn’t your colleague’s uncle the HR manager there? Just inform your colleague to arrange for Chase to work in your company.”

Riley was almost bursting into tears, but she knew her father was furious. All she could do was glare at Chase.

After they left the house, she looked at Chase in disgust. “I’m warning you, Collins. Don’t even think that we’ll really be getting married. I’m not into frogs like you. Just give it up.”

She thought Chase would argue against this, but to her surprise, he seemed nonchalant about it. “I’ll leave when the time comes.”