Waning Moon

Three years ago, he ran rampant in Africa, undeniably the King of Soldier Kings. Three years later, he returned to the city, carless, houseless, and constantly in trouble. 
Applying to be a security guard at a company, switching from the battlefield to the office, he's low key, clever, with depth. Even security guards can have their moment in the spring.
Every time someone asked him, why are you always the unlucky one?
Basil Jaak would shyly say, it's just because I'm too obviously handsome!
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Close body King of Soldiers

Basil Jaak followed Krystal Flack into Miss Sutton's office, only to find a young girl in an off-shoulder dress sitting at the desk, engrossed in writing with her hair, long and free as a waterfall, naturally cascading down her back.


At first glance, Miss Sutton looked delicate with delicate brows and small lips, just like a fresh maiden from the south of the Yangtze River. But upon closer look, there was a playful glint in her eyes and a slight lift at the corner of her mouth, with a pair of peach blossom eyes luminous and expressive. Not that her movements were contrived, but in her unconscious furrowing of eyebrows and in her every laugh and smile, there was an inherent charm.


It was precisely this kind of effortless grace and natural demeanor that left men unable to forget her.


"I guess this must be the Miss Sutton that Krystal mentioned, she's indeed a beauty." Basil speculated, his gaze lingering on her slightly lifted face for a moment longer.


Chapter 2 Dawn Sutton_1