Chapter 9 This is mine.

After thinking for a long time, Sarah dialed the unknown number at the bottom of the address book. "Ten minutes later, I must get all the information about the bodyguard Jacob." "What? Boss, have you finally decided to look for a boyfriend after all these lonely years?" "Don't talk nonsense. I just give you ten minutes." Sarah frowned and hung up the phone. The man was very efficient. Ten minutes later, an email was sent to her mailbox. There was no special information in the email. Jacob, 28 years old, grew up in a slum. Growing up in such a bad environment makes him indifferent and inhumane. Moreover, he is a professional bodyguard. Other information needs to be added. Did he live in the slum? Inexplicably, she felt a fleeting pain in his experience. "Miss Davis, what time shall we go tomorrow?" Jacob's voice rang from the door. She deleted the e-mail and said to him, "You go to the charity auction in Raleigh with me at six o'clock tomorrow evening." At the door, Jacob turned