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The My Beautiful Bodyguard 10

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Brak!

Kim clutched the man's neck with his left hand from behind, with all his might holding him back so that this man did not have the strength to break away. The woman then kicked the man's left leg until the owner fell to the floor.

Then Kim crouched down and handcuffed the two hands of the man who had a long scratch on the forehead. Back Kim looked flat at the man who was now smiling cynically at him, even though the man's face had been battered by it, but could still smile.

"Who gave you the order to kill Lord Aksa?"

"Hahaha, it's none of your business!"

Kim slapped the man's right cheek hard, even to the point of falling down and lying on the floor. He was already unable to be patient again, no stop Kim cursing in the heart. The man tested his patience!

"Aren't you going to answer my question?!"

The man spat to the side, revealing his saliva which reddened the mark if his mouth was bleeding. Staring cynically at the woman crouching in front of him. "It's none of your business! Now take me off!"

"okay!"

Kim then pulled the man's elbow to stand up violently, no matter if the man was in pain. He pulled the rough irang out of the room, when it just came out already seen a lot of police. Without waiting for the two cops there to take over the man took him away from there in the follow the others.

"Thank you for foiling the assassination plot." Said one of the police officers, shaking Kim's respectful hand briefly before leaving.

After their departure, Kim immediately leaned her body against the back wall. A small grimace when feeling sore on his right shoulder, touching a knife scratch wound there which is quite long.

Shirt part shoulder only to tear, blood until clearly visible there.

"Kim, Mr. Aksa asked you to meet him in the topmost private room."

"Yes, I'll be there, thanks."

Without waiting for long, Kim went straight there. Riding the elevator alone, because all employees are prohibited from entering this floor after the incident. Of course the company got noisier hearing the mess. The company is still heavily guarded by police, now the building looks deserted because all employees are repatriated.

Tok Tok!

"Lake in!"

Kimberly opened the glass door slowly, coming closer to Aksa who was standing behind her staring at the view from the highest floor glass. There's nobody here, just the two of them. The room at once the top floor is indeed made specifically for Aksa alone.

"What are you going to need until you call me Sir?" Asked Kim who was standing a bit away from the man.

Aksa turned around, watching Kim's appearance from top to bottom. Messy. Partially tied hair out, shirt tangles, and don't forget the bruises on that pretty face.

Stepping closer, Aksa stood exactly two steps ahead of Kim. Then his gaze was shifted on Kim's right shoulder, the part of the shirt was torn and a long, bloody scratch was partially stamped on the white shirt.

Aksa carried a phone in his pants pocket, called someone.

"Bring the p3k box to my private room upstairs, don't be long!"

After closing the call, Aksa looked back at Kim. His outstretched hand touched Kim's bruised cheek.

"No sir, sorry." He said while rewinding steps, automatically Aksa's hand on his cheek was released. Kim was just not good with the position.

But the woman was even surprised when Aksa suddenly carried her bridal style. As powerful as Kim tried to go down, but it turns out the power of Aksa is quite good as well.

"Sir.."

"Sshh shut up Kim!"

Aksa dropped Kim on the red sofa that was there, when the woman was about to step away immediately Aksa held Kim's hands together. "Silence Kim, this is an order!"

Hearing that Kim was immediately silent, especially Aksa who usually looks friendly now the face looks flat and angry. I don't know why.

The sound of knocking on the door made both of them overturned, after Aksa told her to enter, a woman who entered while carrying a p3k box, kept the box on the table and then left again.

"Open your clothes Kim!"

"What?!"

Aksa who had gotten her medicine looked back at Kim. "Open your clothes, your wounds must be treated."

"No need sir, I can-"

"No rejection, now take off your shirt. Trust me I won't do anything weird."

At first Kim was hesitant and nervous. But the pain in her shoulder made the woman realize that her wound was not treated immediately, it was likely to be infectious and dangerous.

Slowly while strengthening himself in his heart, Kim finally opened his shirt. Unbutton the shirt slowly, while still bending the view. But when there were 3 more buttons left, he immediately stopped.

"Why?" Ask Aksa wonder.

"I'll turn around!"

"Hm."

Kim then turned his back to Aksa, not impolite, but he was also embarrassed to sit facing this situation.

"Hold the pain."

Kim did not open all the buttons of his shirt, leaving only a little, the most important part of his shoulder open. During Aksa's treatment he was silent, although occasionally grimacing small, but the wound was nothing for him.

Fifteen minutes is the time Aksa needs to treat Kim's shoulder. As long as it was also the man was afflicted with immense guilt on this woman in front of him.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Aksa just arrived at his company. He was surprised to see a stranger in his room, wearing a strange mask dressed in all black. And to his surprise, the man ran towards him holding a knife.

Before the knife stabbed him, Aksa was pushed to the side until he fell. And who else if not Kim did it. Even the woman got into a great fight between them.

The commotion of course makes others curious, one of the security staff immediately called the police to report the incident and Aksa was immediately moved to a safer room.

"Thank you, sir." Kim said a small smile to Aksa. When going to stand his hand on the pull so as to make it fall on the body of the man.

Aksa hugged Kim's waist tightly, fusing their eyebrows together. "I'm sorry, because you're hurt."