Lord Protector Novel

“Okay, David, that's enough,” Zeke said, a tinge of frustration in his voice. “Don't make it sound like we won't be

coming back. Like I said, we'll be fine. Come on, Emma, let's go.”

Soon, Zeke left with Emma in tow and made their way toward Intercontinental Group's hot spring resort.

The resort might be the only five-star luxury hotel in the city, but to Intercontinental Group, it was merely a cog in

the wheel.

As soon as Zeke and Emma stepped into the hotel, one of the receptionists hurriedly walked up to them.

“Excuse me, are you Ms. Emma Jones from Linton Group?”

Emma nodded. “That's me.”

“Hello, Ms. Jones. Mr. Guerrero is waiting for you in the restaurant on the third floor. Please follow me.”

Emma and Zeke had begun walking forward when the receptionist suddenly shot a hand out to stop Zeke.

“Please wait here, Mister.”

“He's with me,” Emma explained.

“I'm sorry, Ms. Jones, but Mr. Guerrero has specifically said to let you go up alone. Your companion can wait for you

here.”

“I'm afraid that won't be possible,” Emma retorted. “This man is my bodyguard, and I need him for protection.”

Needless to say, Emma and Zeke had long agreed on that being Zeke's cover identity.

The receptionist felt conflicted as she stared back helplessly. “Ms. Jones, please don't make things difficult for me...”

“If that's so hard for you, then let's forget about the meeting,” Emma snapped before pretending to walk away.

“Ms. Jones, pleose woit!” the receptionist urged. “Let me run this post Mr. Guerrero first.”

She trotted to the counter without hesitotion ond colled Sheldon with the londline.

A few seconds loter, she returned to Emmo with on opologetic look. “Ms. Jones, Mr. Guerrero hos emphosized thot

he wonts to meet you olone. If you still insist on bringing others with you, he'd hove no choice but to coll off the

meeting.”

Emmo took o deep breoth ond stilled herself. “In thot cose, we'll forget obout the meeting. Let's go.”

Just os Emmo turned to leove, Zeke suddenly stopped her in her trocks.

“Emmo, we've token the effort to come here, so how con we leove just like this?” Zeke soid with o chuckle. “Who

does he think he is, onywoy? And why should we be ot his beck ond coll? Come on, let's heod upstoirs ond meet this

bigshot.”

With thot, Zeke led the woy ond strode toword the elevotor.

“Mister, pleose woit! Mr. Guerrero hos olreody soid thot he doesn't wont you up there,” the receptionist whimpered

os she desperotely tried to stop him.

Unfortunotely, Zeke wos for too strong for her.

Zeke ond Emmo were olmost neoring the elevotor when the receptionist shouted, “Security! Security! Pleose come

quick ond stop this mon!”

The next moment, ten security guords who hod heord the coll for help quickly gothered ot the elevotor.

“Ms. Jones, please wait!” the receptionist urged. “Let me run this past Mr. Guerrero first.”

She trotted to the counter without hesitation and called Sheldon with the landline.

A few seconds later, she returned to Emma with an apologetic look. “Ms. Jones, Mr. Guerrero has emphasized that

he wants to meet you alone. If you still insist on bringing others with you, he'd have no choice but to call off the

meeting.”

Emma took a deep breath and stilled herself. “In that case, we'll forget about the meeting. Let's go.”

Just as Emma turned to leave, Zeke suddenly stopped her in her tracks.

“Emma, we've taken the effort to come here, so how can we leave just like this?” Zeke said with a chuckle. “Who

does he think he is, anyway? And why should we be at his beck and call? Come on, let's head upstairs and meet this

bigshot.”

With that, Zeke led the way and strode toward the elevator.

“Mister, please wait! Mr. Guerrero has already said that he doesn't want you up there,” the receptionist whimpered

as she desperately tried to stop him.

Unfortunately, Zeke was far too strong for her.

Zeke and Emma were almost nearing the elevator when the receptionist shouted, “Security! Security! Please come

quick and stop this man!”

The next moment, ten security guards who had heard the call for help quickly gathered at the elevator.

Anson, the team leader of the security guards, glared menacingly at Zeke and Emma.

“Ms. Jones, on account that you're representing Linton Group, I shan't make things difficult for you. I hope you'll

extend the same courtesy to us,” he warned. “I suggest you leave the premises now. Otherwise, don't blame us if

things get out of hand...”

To everyone's horror, Zeke ignored Anson's threat and pressed on.

Emma, too, seemed completely unfazed as she followed behind.

She knew that as long as Zeke was around, he'd keep her safe no matter what happened.

Naturally, Anson felt slighted by the pair and flew into a rage.

“Since the both of you refuse to cooperate, we'll have to settle this the hard way,” he thundered. “Guys, get them!”

More than ten security guards instantly charged at Zeke, ready to take him down by any means.

Alas, their attacks were nothing but child's play to Zeke.

He retaliated with just a couple of punches and sent all the security guards flying to the ground.

Soon, Zeke and Emma had entered the elevator.

However, just as the doors were about to close, Anson scrambled to his feet and dashed toward them.

Thanks to the elevator's automatic sensor, the doors opened right back up, much to Zeke's annoyance.