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I move closer to the group of women and lift an eyebrow at Camille.

“Juliette wants to know which company you work for,” she informs me.

“I’m an independent contractor,” I say, for the first time not lying about my real job.

I highly doubt any of these women know what it means. They probably don’t even know about the bratva, the mafia, assassins, smugglers, or sex traffickers. That’s why they make such easy targets.

The thought has a memory slipping through the cracks, and there’s a flash of the bullet hitting Camille’s back.

I quickly squash it back down into the cesspool of guilt and pay attention to my surroundings.

Juliette’s eyes rest on me with too much interest. It makes her come across easy and desperate with not much class at all.

“Such a pity,” she purrs and gestures at an open chair. “Join us. You don’t have to stand by the bar.”

Ignoring the woman, I lock eyes with Camille. “Will that be all?”

There’s a glimmer of satisfaction in my charge’s eyes as she nods. “Thank you, Max.”

Interesting. She loves that I didn’t give Juliette the time of day.

At least I did something right for a change.

As I walk away, I hear Juliette mutter, “He’s rude. You should put your bodyguard in his place.”

“His job is to protect me, not to entertain you,” Camille defends me, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like smiling.

Chapter 7

Cami

I’m not going to lie, when Max flat-out ignored Juliette, it filled me with delight.

No man has ever given her the cold shoulder, and certainly not in public.

I was right, though. The moment she found out Max was my bodyguard, she wanted one as well, as if he’s some kind of accessory I’m carrying around.

If only she knew how frustrating the man can be.

“I got a tennis bracelet that cost twenty-seven thousand,” Sophie says to impress us. “Look.”

God, I can feel my soul shriveling.

I’ve been stuck in my penthouse for a week, and now I have to listen to these women trying to one-up each other.

We all fawn over her bracelet, but then Juliette changes the subject back to Max.

“Why do you have a bodyguard?”

Not wanting everyone to know about the threats, I say, “My father feels it’s time I have one.”

The three women look at Max, where he’s sitting by the bar while practically glaring at everyone in the VIP section.

The man seriously has zero people skills and too much aggression.

“He’s so hot,” Liliane sighs dreamily.

“Did you all see his eyes?” Sophie asks. “I got goosebumps when he looked at me.”

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