As the granddaughter of the wealthiest magnate in San Heith, Cynthia Shannon had been in a relationship with Joe Louise for three years, only to find her sincere affections spurned and left in the dust.
Joe regarded her as a simple rural woman, and on their wedding day, he abandoned her to pursue another dazzling beauty, leaving Cynthia heartbroken. But once she decisively ended the relationship, she reclaimed her status as a wealthy heiress, inheriting a fortune worth billions. Her life then ascended to its pinnacle, yet there were always scoundrels who emerged to vex her.
Amidst Cynthia's efforts to deal with these scoundrels, a certain Mr. Ford, known for inspiring dread in anyone who heard his name, stood by, applauding her with admiration. "My formidable wife," Mr. Ford praised.
Cynthia Shannon replied, "Please mind your choice of words."
Mr. Ford half-closed his eyes, leaning elegantly against the bed, his movements bewitching. "With this token as evidence, do you still want to deny our bond?"

From Wedding Betrayal to Billionaire's Devotion

Cynthia turned her gaze and sized up the tall, slender woman before her.


"Miss Shannon, I'm Miley Ford. Starting today, I'll be your personal bodyguard," Miley said, her expression impassive.


"I don't need a bodyguard," Cynthia replied, though her words were meant for Tristan.


Tristan handed Cynthia a bowl of fruit salad. "Miley doesn't talk much. She won't intrude on you. She'll only be there when necessary, and you won't even notice her presence most of the time."


"You know that's not what I meant," Cynthia said, accepting the bowl. It wasn't about Miley's presence disturbing her. She'd simply grown used to handling things on her own, and having someone constantly around felt like a distraction.


She picked up a piece of strawberry and took a bite, only to be hit by a sudden, sharp tang that made her frown. Seeing her reaction, Tristan quickly pulled a tissue and motioned for her to spit it out.


"Starting with Orders?!"