"Ye Fan, you'll start as a company employee, and work your way up from there."
Inside the White Group.
On the employee office floor, Claire gave Ye Fan a tour of the company.
In the end, she assigned him a staff position.
Hearing it was a clerical role, Ye Fan felt a headache coming on.
He was famous overseas, sure, but that was in the underground circles, and among financial magnates who feared him.
He knew nothing about this kind of office work.
Ye Fan said, exasperated, "Miss Dubois, I don't think that's necessary."
Hm?
His words made Claire frown.
He didn't want to start as a clerk?
Was his pride that high?
The bit of goodwill she had for him instantly plummeted to zero.
Claire Dubois didn't like people with unrealistic ambitions.
Even she herself had started from the bottom after graduation and climbed her way up step by step.
Sure, the company was her family's.
But she hadn't relied on that at work.
She'd made it on her own merit.
And now Ye Fan wanted a high-level position right off the bat?
What was he thinking?
Claire's voice turned cool. "Oh? What position did you have in mind then?"
She was already feeling displeased.
Ye Fan, of course, knew how his words sounded.
But that wasn't what he meant!
He just didn't want to work.
Understand?
Ye Fan patiently explained, "Actually, I wanted to assess the capabilities of domestic security operations."
"I have access to excellent resources, so I'd prefer to start with what I'm good at."
Who was he overseas?
The top-tier Mercenary King and Assassin!
Ranked among the world's top ten.
How many injured mercenaries and assassins were under his command?
A whole lot!
They didn't just take assassination contracts; they also had wealthy clients hiring their wounded, retired mercenaries and assassins.
Even injured, they were still special forces caliber.
Combined with their unique backgrounds, many rich people sought them out.
Hearing this, Claire raised a delicate brow, puzzled. "So you want to…"
Ye Fan nodded. "Yes."
"I'd like to check out the security department."
Well, well.
All that circling just to be a security guard.
Then again.
This fit the cliché of these stories perfectly. The protagonist either starts as the female lead's personal bodyguard or works as a security guard in the CEO's company.
Then he saves the CEO due to some unforeseen accident.
Thus kicks off the bodyguard romance.
He protects her, then starts his own business, then marries the CEO.
And then he cultivates to immortality.
A carbon-copy template, every single time.
Claire's frown eased, and she smiled. "Alright then, I'll place you in the security department."
Perfect.
He wouldn't be in some office or management role.
She wouldn't have to babysit him.
It solved a minor problem.
And with him in security, they probably wouldn't run into each other for a long time.
Then Grandpa wouldn't bother her about it, right?
With that thought, Claire acted decisively, leading Ye Fan to the security department.
They arrived on the company's second floor.
Claire entered the security manager's office.
Seeing her come in, a middle-aged man inside quickly stood up. "Ms. Dubois, what brings you here?"
Claire gave a slight nod. "Manager Song, I need you to arrange a position for someone."
Manager Song was a retired special forces soldier.
He had worked diligently at the White Group for ten years.
Manager Song was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "Who?"
Ye Fan stepped forward.
Looking at the young man, Manager Song's years of honed instincts instantly put him on alert.
Such intense killing intent!
This guy… a King of Soldiers?
As a former special forces operative, he knew that this level of aura meant the man was at least a top-tier veteran.
So young. Where did she find him?
As Manager Song was puzzling over it, Claire said, "It's him. Have him learn the ropes in the security department and assign him a position."
With that, Claire left.
Not another word.
After Claire was gone, Ye Fan smiled. "Manager Song, pleased to meet you. Sorry for the trouble."
Manager Song snapped back to attention, waving a hand. "No trouble at all."
"Come, let me show you around."
…
Once immersed in the work environment, the busy day passed quickly.
However.
That afternoon, just as Lucas was thinking he could coast through the rest of the day…
His phone rang. It was Adrien Lefèvre.
He answered.
Adrien's voice came through, cold. "Lucas, where are you?"
Lucas replied, "At the company."
Even though… this 'good big brother' was already marked for death.
He wasn't dead yet.
Given his family's power, he could still easily squash someone like Lucas.
That was exactly why Lucas had moved so fast to set up the graphene industry chain.
To build himself a little life-preserving capital.
It was tough.
Who knew when this 'good big brother' would finally kick the bucket? Lucas really wanted to inherit his assets.
Hearing his reply, Adrien snapped, "Get over to Su Group right now. I'm taking you to meet someone!"
Meet someone?
Lucas paused, then understood.
Who else could it be?
At this point in the plot, it should be meeting some out-of-province big shot, right?
Saying he was taking him to meet someone.
In reality, the Su Group was handling their own business deal, and Adrien just wanted to drag Lucas along to show off.
After all, someone always needed to pour tea and water, right?
And wasn't it more impressive to have someone worth billions doing the pouring instead of a regular server?
Thinking this, Lucas chuckled.
"Young Master Adrien, I'm tied up today. Something's come up at the company."
Couldn't be bothered to go.
Besides, if he wanted to meet that person, he certainly wouldn't go with Adrien.
Wouldn't it be better to sneak off and make contact himself?
On the other end of the line, Adrien fell silent.
What?
He was being refused?
Adrien asked, incredulous, "Do you have any idea who I'm meeting?"
"It's someone from the Wei family, an influential clan from another province!"
This was his big chance!
He used to beg for opportunities like this.
And now he was turning it down?
Lucas offered an apologetic smile. "Yeah, we had an issue pop up at the company today. I'm swamped, really can't get away."
Adrien was silent for a long time.
Finally, he said, "Fine. Don't come crying to me later!"
With that, he hung up.
At Su Group, Adrien slammed the phone down, his expression stormy.
"Don't tell me he's gotten together with Camille Laurent?"
The thought of Camille possibly being taken by Lucas irritated him, though on the surface he scoffed, "Two losers clinging together. Nothing to be proud of."