For Alexander
It's less about covert protection and more like a tracking investigation.
At this critical moment, the colonel is finally about to make his move.
Alexander understood the real purpose behind Christopher's marriage, so he didn't dwell on it.
Now, their task was to watch every move Elijah Clark and Emma Johnson made. The moment they slipped up, Alexander would arrest them immediately.
But Christopher had more and more on his plate these days.
At work, he had to guard against competitors' underhanded tactics. In the shadows, he had to be even more cautious, as if walking on thin ice.
Even the smallest mistake could lead to disaster.
When William Thompson called, Christopher and his assistant were meeting an important client outside.
"Hello, Mr. Williams? Do you have some time later? I have something to tell you. Oh, and I have a gift for you..." William's uneasy yet friendly voice came through the phone.
A gift?
Christopher frowned. "A gift? You're being very generous, Mr. Thompson. What made you think of giving me a gift?"
"You'll know when you come. I'm sure you'll be pleased. Also, remember to bring your wife. She should like it too... The Backstreet Bar. I'll be waiting for you." William said mysteriously, then hung up before Christopher could agree.
He was one hundred percent sure Christopher would come.
And Mrs. Williams, as everyone knew.
This time, William's careful arrangement wouldn't let Christopher get away so easily.
Afternoon, five thirty.
Emma and Ava walked out of the company together. When they reached the gate, they saw Christopher's car parked there.
Ava nudged her arm admiringly. "Chief editor, you're living the dream. Luxury cars and a handsome man picking you up every day. I can only dream of that."
Emma shot her a look. "You're so poor. Want me to take you along to experience it? You don't have to stick by me all the time."
"Forget it. I didn't go to the press conference yesterday, but what Mr. Williams said to you was all over the place for a long time, chief editor. You know what? What he said yesterday made so many girls swoon. Your husband is so handsome!"
Again.
Emma sighed helplessly. To be honest, she also thought Christopher looked incredibly handsome yesterday.
But what others saw was just the surface. Only they knew the real meaning behind it all.
The play had begun, and she couldn't escape anymore.
Under Ava's exaggerated gaze, Emma got into his car.
Sure enough, his expression darkened the moment she sat down.
Before she could even settle, Christopher's deep voice reached her ears. "I'm taking you somewhere today..."
"Huh? Oh, where?" Emma turned to look at his gloomy face and asked softly.
"To meet someone. Do you know William Thompson?"
Christopher didn't want to explain. She would find out where they were going and who they were meeting soon enough.
"How could I not know the boss of Summit Group? What are we going to see him for? And why are you taking me?"
Emma didn't understand. She thought there was no connection between them.
Besides, when the bosses of two major groups met, why did they have to bring her along?
Questions flooded her mind.
After waiting for a long time, she still didn't get a reply from Christopher.
Emma sighed.
Well, Christopher's cold and aloof attitude had struck again.
Who was that?
In the middle of a conversation, he just stopped talking?
The autumn atmosphere grew stronger. The ginkgo trees along the roadside began to shed their leaves.
Golden ginkgo leaves fell to the ground, decorating the city with endless vitality.
Emma turned her head and looked out the window.
Suddenly, the car passed by the cafe where she and Christopher had first met.
She remembered the scene when she saw him for the first time.
She had married a famous man in the city.
In the right place, she had met the wrong person.
Now, Emma felt neither good nor bad.
It was just that life was like this, wasn't it?
Not good, not bad, hopeless, joyful...
The car screeched to a halt at a quiet intersection.
The western suburbs?
Emma had never been here before, but this was the biggest bar in the city: the Backstreet Bar.
One of Summit Group's properties.
It was just that it was in a remote area, with a mix of good and bad people, and security had never been great.
She had heard that the service in this bar was... only limited by your imagination. There was nothing they couldn't do.
Because of this business model, the Backstreet Bar's reputation in the city had always been top-notch.
Although Emma was adventurous, this was really her first time coming to a place like this.
So far, she still didn't understand why Christopher would bring her to such a place.
Even if they were meeting William Thompson... they didn't have to make an appointment here.
Also, it was clearly off-hours.
According to common sense, wasn't Christopher supposed to be at home?
Why was he driving himself?
Christopher got out of the car and saw that she was reluctant to come down. His eyebrows raised slightly.
Christopher quickly walked over and opened the door. "Madam, we're here."
"Oh... Okay."
Emma grabbed her bag and got out of the car.
After a long hesitation, she finally walked over to Christopher.
She naturally took his arm.
He looked down at her, his face full of surprise, his eyes staring at her fair, delicate fingers.
"Didn't you say I should act like your wife in public?" Emma whispered.
Christopher didn't say anything more. He lifted his head and walked forward.
Most people might not know William Thompson's true identity, but Christopher and his assistant had known it clearly for a long time.
He had the means to open such a big bar, operating in both the legal and illegal worlds.
This was the only place where Christopher feared William Thompson. In this society, without connections, who would dare to be so arrogant?
Christopher quickly walked ahead and said a few words to the security guard at the door. Then, someone led the three of them through a dark corridor and into a private room.
Although the light was dim, Emma recognized a familiar face at a glance.
Wasn't that...
The man who was drunk yesterday?
At this moment, his head was wrapped in thick gauze, and the scars on his face were clearly visible.
It was obvious that Christopher's attack had been really heavy.
How could he make someone look like this?
Looking at William's expression and the bodyguards behind him...
This wasn't going to be trouble, was it?
Thinking about this, Emma unconsciously leaned closer to Christopher.
She whispered, "We're not going to cause a big scene, are we? Christopher... What should we do?"
Her voice wasn't loud enough, but it was enough for everyone present to hear clearly.
"Are you afraid of me?" Christopher looked down at her.
Also...
Anyway, she always felt at ease with Christopher.