Chapter 740 J''s New Bodyguard


    The following day, J woke up alone in bed.


    Yawning slightly, she went downstairs and found Brandon, who was already dressed.


    "Still sleepy? Why don''tyou get some more sleep?" Brandon smiled at her gently as he fixed his tie.


    It seemed he was about to leave for thepany. Seeing that J was still groggy, he walked up


    to her and pecked her lightly on the cheek. "The bodyguard I hired for you is waiting outside."


    J nodded sleepily and watched as Brandon put on his coat and left.


    After breakfast, she got dressed and headed for the door. A strong, fierce-looking female bodyguard


    was standing outside.


    She couldn''t be more different from the petite Laney. With such a scary new bodyguard by her side,


    J doubted anyone would now dare to approach her.


    "Good morning, Mrs. Larson!" Having received special training, the female bodyguard acted and


    talked in an unusually brisk manner.


    Smiling awkwardly, J said, "Hello, nice to meet you."


    Then J left for work with the female bodyguard close behind.


    As soon as they arrived at the door to the studio, they ran into Dalores.


    Dalores nced at the bodyguard behind J and sneered contemptuously.


    Dalores never liked J. In her eyes, J was showing off by bringing her bodyguard to work.


    This bitch really did whatever she wanted just because she was the daughter of the White family.


    ''Wow, I can''t believe you brought a servant to work," Dalores said sarcastically, deliberately blocking


    their way. "J, tell your little servant to get away from here. We can''t let just anyone enter our


    office. W Marks Studio is a ce for designers, not lowly people like her."


    J pursed her lips unhappily.


    Sure enough, Dalores''s words were as rude as ever.


    "This is my bodyguard," J exined impatiently. "She''s not a servant. She''s responsible for my


    safety."


    Dalores threw her head back and burst intoughter as though she had heard the funniest joke on


    earth. "Are you delusional? Do you think your own officemates are out to kill you? You just brought a


    servant to take care of you, didn''t you? You''re just a big baby! Well, let me remind you that Mr.


    Wesley would never allow your servant toe inside."


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    J knew that it would be useless to argue with the unreasonable Dalores, so she looked at the


    bodyguard and asked, "How about you just wait in the cafe outside? I''lle out right after I get off


    work."


    The female bodyguard shook her head grimly. "Mr. Larson told me that I need to be with you at all


    times. After all, you could get into trouble anywhere. I won''t be able to protect you from outside the


    office."


    Dalores sneered unhappily.


    Why was this fucking bitch so lucky?


    Not only did shee from a rich family, but she also had a wealthy, handsome husband who


    cared so much about her. It was so unfair!


    As these thoughts whirled around in her head, she became more jealous.


    She raised her voice and tried to shoo the bodyguard away. "I''ve told you that you can''t be here!


    This is our office! Get out of here!" she yelled angrily.


    Seeing that J''s bodyguard didn''t budge, Dalores pushed her unscrupulously. However, the


    bodyguard defended herself. In the blink of an eye, the tables had turned and Dalores was being


    pressed on the ground.


    The pain in Dalores''s arms, which were pinned behind her back, made her wail helplessly.


    "Ouch! Let me go! Help! Somebody, help me!"


    Dalores''s yells attracted the attention of the employees in the studio.


    Draco included.


    "What''s going on here? Why are you yelling right outside our studio?" he asked as soon as he


    walked out.