George’s eyes narrowed slightly, looking coldly at him, "If you dare to say that everything you have done is above board, with no scheming involved, then I won’t need to guard against you anymore."

The man chuckled, his tone was very arrogant, "If you’re worried about being schemed, you don’t have to follow me. Once we reach A Country, we can part ways. I can assure you right now that I won’t let anyone stop you."

"Miss Yates is aware, I’ve said I wouldn’t force her, the decision is entirely hers." As he said this, his slightly mocking gaze turned towards Scarlett Yates, "Miss Yates, am I right?"

Scarlett Yates also disliked the man’s high-and-mighty and self-superior demeanor, but she still nodded, smiling to diffuse the situation, "That’s right, George, he didn’t force me, it was my own decision to go with him."

"If he wanted to harm me, he wouldn’t need to wait until now. We’ve had tea together, he could have easily drugged the tea and wouldn’t have allowed you to continue following me."

Her safety, Scarlett Yates was sure, was well assured.

Although the man had a peculiar temper and a bad attitude, Scarlett Yates didn’t feel a murderous aura from him.

George snorted lightly, glared at the man, and lowered his voice to complain displeasedly, "He’s already told you the Young Master is with him, how could the Young Madam not follow? If he didn’t force you, it’s because he knew the Young Madam has deep feelings for the Young Master and would definitely go."

Hearing George’s complaint, the man frowned and directly said to Scarlett Yates, "I don’t like your bodyguard."

Scarlett Yates smiled apologetically, "Sir, George is wholeheartedly protecting me and is concerned for my safety. He means no harm."

The man’s eagle-sharp eyes scanned George’s face, suddenly revealing a strange smile, speaking meaningfully, "I see this concern is a bit too much. For a bodyguard, it’s their job to care for their employer’s safety, but being overly concerned crosses the line."

"George is not only my bodyguard but also my friend." Scarlett Yates explained on behalf of George.

"Friend?" The man’s smile became more peculiar, and his eyes seemed to pierce everything, staring at George for a few seconds before saying meaningfully, "Boy, tell me, do you see this girl as a friend?"

At this moment, Scarlett Yates also turned and looked at George.

George’s expression, for some reason, seemed to betray a hint of guilt, and his face reddened slightly.

He appeared a bit nervous, his eyes flickered several times, but he didn’t turn to meet Scarlett’s gaze, pursing his lips, unsure, he stammered, "Young Madam, I..."

"Dear passengers, the XX flight you’re boarding is about to take off, please..."

The announcement suddenly sounded, and George stood up abruptly, as if a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders, his tightly wound muscles visibly relaxed a lot, "Young Madam, it’s time for us to board."

Seeing this behavior, the man curled his lips into a disdainful smile but said nothing more, also stood up, and said flatly, "Let’s go, in five hours, we’ll be in A Country."

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A Country.

Upon leaving the airport, there was a striking Rolls-Royce parked outside.

A person stood by the car door, seeing Scarlett Yates and her group, immediately stepped forward, respectfully calling out in front of that mysterious man, "Sir."