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

"Don't cry, I'm here now, aren't I? Get yourself together, we're going home."


Gently patting Miss Xenia Wendleton's delicate and tender waist, Basil Jaak quietly comforted her.


"How did you get here? That Patrick is nothing but scum; how could he let you see me?"


Remembering something, Miss Wendleton sat up straight from Basil Jaak's embrace.


She was held captive here by Patrick, who might have seemed refined at first glance, but in truth, he was devious through and through. Miss Wendleton knew that if it weren't for that fortuneteller by Patrick's side claiming that he needed to fast and bathe for seven days, Patrick would have already laid his hands on her.


Therefore, Miss Wendleton didn't believe that Patrick allowed Basil Jaak to come here.


Basil Jaak said indifferently, "It took some effort, but I got the information from Kay."


Hearing the name Kay, Miss Wendleton's eyebrows knitted, cursing, "She's an utter fraud!"


Chapter 201 Mr. Patrick