The Versatile Master Artist

Nowadays, hiring a full-time bodyguard from a reliable company with good credentials costs about four or five thousand US dollars a month.

Female bodyguards are two thousand dollars more, and if they can speak Japanese, that’s another two thousand dollars.

A salary of nine thousand dollars a month is considered high anywhere, but it doesn’t amount to much compared to the safety of their daughter Koizumi Katsuko.

Uncle Sakai can earn that just by munching on a couple of donuts, and it’s not even as much as the hotel suite they’re staying in.

Koizumi Katsuko is now always accompanied by security personnel when she goes out every day.

They don’t even go to the studio every day; they just wait below.

Sometimes they stay in the car, sometimes in the courtyard. Unless Shengzi orders them, they don’t speak, as silent as the female robots in "Terminator".

This Lexus was also rented on the bodyguard’s suggestion.

In the past, they would use the large Mercedes-Benz from the Aman concierge service for daily trips. It was convenient, but too conspicuous and easily targeted by kidnappers with ill intentions.

Switching to a light blue Lexus makes them much less noticeable.

At this moment, Koizumi Katsuko has also finished her painting, wearing earphones, watching a video on her phone.

Ah Wang has finally escaped the little girl’s continuous pestering for half a day.

For cats, playing with a girl in elementary school is far more exhausting than catching mice or swatting dragonflies.

It’s exhausted, lying at Koizumi Katsuko’s feet, happily purring.

"I was just thinking about whether to call you up. Mom ordered food; it’s been delivered. Let’s eat together before heading home."

Seeing Gu Weijing come out, Shengzi immediately turned her head to greet him.

Gu Weijing smelled the rich aroma of the food.

The scent of caramelized fat and butter wafted through the air, even permeating the insulated container.

He casually took a sniff, and his stomach growled twice.

Gu Weijing couldn’t help but ask, "What smells so good?"

"Beef simmered in Burgundy wine with cheese-baked French pancakes... You only ate two sushi at noon, so the dishes Mom ordered for the evening are a bit more substantial."

Koizumi Katsuko, checking the menu sent by the takeaway restaurant on her phone, replied casually.

Mrs. Sakai, being such a refined lady, has always been particular about her food since she was a wealthy girl. She insists on exquisite takeout.

In a family of artists earning nearly ten million dollars annually, someone like Uncle Sakai who still eats at street diners is an anomaly.

Right now, it’s mealtime, but eating such fancy food in the orphanage’s courtyard feels inappropriate.

So the female bodyguard brought the aromatic food container to Uncle Ah Lai’s small room nearby, borrowing the table there.

"Let’s eat inside, call Jasmine, close the door, and dine with the sunset."

Koizumi Katsuko isn’t so detached from reality as to invite all the children and volunteers at the orphanage for a grand meal.

She is compassionate but knows she can’t help everyone.

Shengzi only brought Jasmine along, rewarding her for being her model for so long, and entered the small guardhouse with Gu Weijing.

The mussels’ soup is flavored with star anise, and the beef stew’s sauce mixed with melting grease forms a gelatinous compound.

As the food container’s lid was opened, the fragrance filled the room even more.

The female bodyguard efficiently lit the plastic candelabra and small candles that came with the French restaurant’s takeaway box.

She quietly left, carrying the two M7 and Wagyu hamburgers bought for her as a work meal, leaving a quiet dining atmosphere for the employer.

After stepping out with two hamburgers, the bodyguard lady didn’t hurry to eat.

Wandering around the courtyard, she eventually found her target among the line of people who had just gotten their dinner at the orphanage nearby.

"Sir?"

The bodyguard, filled with vigilance, tapped the shoulder of a tall, dark-skinned man with a limp.

It’s a work habit.

There aren’t many jobs where you can earn a high salary just by accompanying a wealthy heiress every day.

Recently, a PMC (Private Military Contractor) guy was almost paralyzed when hit by an AK during a hostage rescue operation in Northern Myanmar.

Even without combat bonuses, that guy’s monthly salary was less than five thousand dollars.

With so many veterans retiring every year, talk of million-dollar mercenaries, bodyguards, or soldier kings is just a hoax.

Myanmar isn’t Afghanistan, and people like her just make more than ordinary folks.

Especially when this wealthy heiress doesn’t run around, go clubbing, or shopping; she obediently stays at an orphanage, making things convenient and worry-free.

Facing such a rare employer, the female bodyguard is willing to put more effort into her job.

A bodyguard is a defensive profession.

When she’s in work mode, she likes to mentally mark potential threats to her employer in the surrounding environment.

Honestly,

the composition of an orphanage is just a bunch of kids and elderly volunteers.

It’s hard to find a more peaceful scene anywhere in the world.

In terms of danger, in her mind, the most dangerous thing around Miss Sakai is actually Jasmine, who carries an HIV mark.

But since Koizumi Katsuko hasn’t spoken up, it’s not up to the bodyguard to meddle.

Other than that... she somehow always senses a very dangerous aura from this limping man.

"Want to chat a bit?"

The female bodyguard took out a hamburger from her bag and handed it over.

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