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 Season 7

Episode 40

(Bodyguard contest)

All of a sudden, this seemingly absurd idea was like a seed that grew crazily in Jacob's chest and its thick vines entangled around his heart.    

'Yes! She is Emily! Sean, that lunatic bastard, would do anything to keep her.

 What if he really has invented that drug and turned my Emily into someone else?'

 Jacob wondered. He knew with certainty that he would miss out on the only chance he'd ever gotten to see the one he loved if he left now.    

He had to figure it out.   

 Jacob would do anything to pull aside the veil of mystery which enshrouded the girl whose face was so similar to Emily. 

   Emily had put the little episode of the party from her mind. The fact that she had paid no more attention to the waiter defused Sean's displeasure a little, but he did not relinquish the investigation.  

In addition, he wanted to recruit a few more bodyguards for Emily, in case any more strange men accosted his beloved baby. After all, he could not keep an eye on her the whole time, especially not now that he was getting so busy.    

As she spent so much time secluded in the castle, she had rarely had the chance to get out. Therefore she was excited by the whole bodyguard issue. She decided to personally choose her own bodyguards.    

Sean didn't want to share her attention with anyone, but he also didn't want her to get bored at home either. To entertain her, he decided to hold a bodyguard contest.    

The reputation of the Lu Family attracted hundreds of participants over night. The fact that the only prize was the placement as a bodyguard of the Lu Family did not deter any of the contestants. It was a high honor to be selected as the winner, after all.  

Ever jealous, Sean weeded out the contestants who were too good looking. But he also frowned at those who were of unusual appearance. He wanted someone dull looking, who would not be competition for him.    

But their dull appearances even displeased him with a look.    

So he ordered them to put on masks for fear that their appearances would spoiled Emily's mood. Then she could enjoy the contest without being troubled by their faces. He was satisfied with his ingenious plan.   

 The rule of this contest was simple but brutal. The winner was the one who could defeat the others, then he could be one of her bodyguards.    

The one-against-one game bored Emily after a short while. As she was about to tell Sean that she was no longer entertained and wanted to leave, a man in a silver mask drew her attention.  

He was tall and well muscled, much as the other participants, but there was something inexplicable about him that made him stand out. He seemed to carry an air of elegant nobility in his stance and movements. He captivated her gaze.   

 She felt there was something oddly familiar about this man, like she had met him before. Perhaps they had met in a previous life, but she could not remember him now, despite her best efforts to do so.    

Her wish to leave disappeared instantly and she decided to keep watching the contest. It was the turn of the man in the silver mask.    

She had a strange feeling that the man was secretly watching her, but she could not catch him doing so, as only his eyes were visible behind the mask.   

 The man was a good fighter. His fists were quick and he jabbed out with deadly accuracy, incapacitating the other contestants easily. After several rounds, he was the only one standing.  

She could not help but cheer for him, and her face flushed in excitement.    

This drew Sean's attention as well.   

 He stared at the man and frowned. A wicked idea flashed through his mind, but no one noticed the instant change in his eyes.    

He gestured for his subordinate to come closer and then he whispered an order. 

   A stronger man entered the arena, but he was defeated by the man with the silver mask as well. It was the same result for the next participants who battled the man. After several rounds of the contest the man seemed to finally tire. His moves became slower, and he was now taking a beating as well.    

When she saw the man take a massive punch to his chest because he failed to avoid it, Emily frowned with concern and realized that something was wrong. 

Turning to Sean she asked then, "Sean, when did the number of participants increase? And I remember this guy had entered the arena before and was defeated. How can he compete again?

 It's unfair to the man with the silver mask."  


Sean answered casually but showed no concern about her question as he continued, "Maybe you've mistaken him for someone else. Everyone here wears a mask. How could you tell that the guy has fought before?"    

"I can tell!" She was angry and continued, "I remember that guy because of the scar on his hand. Did he do this on purpose? Shame on him!"  

  "All right! All right!" Sean, without showing any remorse, comforted her patiently as he offered, "I will tell them to kick him out. Are you satisfied now?"    

"No!" she answered seriously.  

He turned serious then and asked, "Then what do you want?"    

Watching the man receiving so many punches grieved her greatly and she explained that she felt sympathy for the brave fighter. In answer to Sean's question she said, "Stop this game. I don't want to see them fight any more. I don't want to see people getting hurt."

    Sean squinted at her and asked, "Then how do we choose a bodyguard for you?"   

 "I can choose one by myself,"  she continued, "I believe in my judgment. You'll grant me this little request, right? Sean?"  

  Sean could find no excuse to refuse her appeal. He clenched his teeth but gently said yes to her. When he casually glanced at the man in the arena, the darkness deep inside his eyes surged forward.   

 "The game is over now. Tell them to stop."  

"Yes, sir!"    

Emily was satisfied with this result. The top twenty bodyguards of the contest, including the man with the silver mask, stood on a line, waiting for her choice.   

 The man had been injured. He slightly lowered his head, but remained speechless. Indifference and coldness was wrapped about him like armor and kept others at a distance. His aura was so cold that she feared coming too close to him.    

She thought that an outstanding man like him could surely gain better employment than being a bodyguard. But he came to this contest anyway.    

Standing in front of him she stared at him for a few seconds. Impulse suddenly tightened her chest, and she desperately wanted to see his face under the mask. 

Unbidden her hand reached out to the mask.    

But before she touched his mask, he gripped her soft hand to stop her.  

"Wait! Don't!" the husky male voice said.    
She froze at his touch. Instantly he released his grip and lowered his head, which displeased her.    

"Why can't I take off your mask?"    

Before the man offered any answers, Sean interrupted as he hugged her and stood between her and the masked man.   

 "Because they would be dead if you take off their masks."   

 Her eyes widened with shock and doubt, and she asked, "They would be dead? 

What are you talking about? Are you trying to fool me, Sean?"   

 This was a lie which Sean had made up to fool her, but he delivered it without even blinking, "No! This is true, my dear. 

It's their rule. They are from a mysterious organization. Their laws state that they have to kill themselves if they ever take off their masks."  

His words perplexed the man with the silver mask.    

And the rest of participants were also at a loss. They wondered in confusion, 'What? What? What the hell?'    

None of them understood what he was talking about. They knew nothing about any mysterious organizations or weird laws.  

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