Sexy Bodyguard Jack
Not As Expect

There's no news. There was no phone or message on my phone when I woke up the next morning. At that time the dawn was still thick. The clock on the new wall shows at four in the morning local time. That means in Bali it is only two in the morning.

If Bang Jack and his team had carried out the raid according to their plans, there should have been news that Bang Jack had succeeded in carrying out his mission. But these? Are they not moving? Or did the Bang Jack mission fail? Or. nope. There's no way Bang Jack is why. Not likely. No, Lord. please, don't....

Chequek!

My bedroom door is open.

"James?"

I'm slack. Instantly the sense of dilemma returned to me that blind morning when I saw James enter my room. I, who had just woken up a few minutes ago, rubbed my eyes to convince myself that I didn't see it wrong.

Yeah, I didn't see it wrong. James came into my room. I'm dilemma. On one hand there was a slight sense of pleasure that the man was still alive, but on the other hand, I was terrified: I was afraid that it would mean something bad happened to Bang Jack.

"Rose..," James' voice again caught my eye.

I'm stunned. The man walked with a lethargic face. He approached me who was still sitting on the bed. Then, he sat on his knees on the floor and he put his head on my lap. Crying out.

"My...? My James, what's wrong? You why?"

There's no answer.

I'm restless. I'm anxious. Please, don't give me any bad news about Bang Jack. Please don't. "My James, please talk." My tears are starting to melt. "What's wrong? Don't scare me."

Oh my God, I was wrong. I wanted to search him with questions, but I was afraid that he would feel that I was inconsiderate and would punish me. But if you keep quiet like this? I can't calm down. I finally cried. "So, is something going on? Tell me, tell me, My James. What's going on?"

"Papa."

"Papa? Why the hell with Papa?"

"Papa died."

"What?"

"Papa was shot in a raid last night."

I gulped. Terrified. Pretend you don't know anything, Rose. "Raunting...cop? How come...? How can there be a raid?"

"Don't know. Someone may pass information about the party to the authorities. But, supposedly, they shouldn't be able to shoot just like that. Papa can't possibly commit an assault. Papa should only be snatched up and questioned. If he is not found guilty, he can be free. But Papa got shot. Surely those cops were deliberately stalking Papa's life. If I don't leave the party, maybe I'll be their target. Maybe I'll die too."

Oh my God, why is this?

"It turns out that's what made me feel bad all day. I lost Papa, Rose. I shouldn't have left the party, maybe I could have saved Papa. But I instead bought a ticket back to Australia. As soon as I got here, I activated my phone, I got word... Papa's... Papa. He's dead, Rose. I lost Papa."

What do I have to say now? I know who the mastermind of all this is, but.... oh my God... why am I caught in this trivial matter...?