Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Returning to the main house, Shen Jibai, a little tired, went into the room to rest.

Roselle knocked on the door and sent a cup of Anshen tea, after which she withdrew.

“Roselle, sir asked you to come.” David came over.

Roselle nodded and led him into the study.

Yadev sat in his seat and didn't raise his head. “Thanks to you, Lonai's safety was guaranteed today. ”

Roselle looked at him unemotionally and said, "Why are you doing this? ”

Yadev didn't have a strange look on his face and clapped his hands, “You're a smart enough killer not to kill him because of the test? Or are you confirming? ”

Roselle did not answer his question, under a tall and upright nose, with thin lips in a small curve, almost ruthlessly indifferent, “the master is your daughter. ”

Yardev shrugged, “I know, but I can keep her safe. ”

Roselle stared deeply into his eyes, “No, but she was hurt. ”

Yadev stood up and said, "That's your problem. ”

Roselle is silent.

“You can be my loyal assistant as long as you want.” Yadev does not hide the purpose of this mess.

He's a businessman, the best interest.

From the time Roselle's abilities were tested, he didn't think the killer was easy.

The purpose of arranging this assassination today is twofold. The first is to see if the other person has the ability to stay with Lone forever, and if not, he doesn't have to stay with Harriman.

The second objective is precisely to test so-called killers.

There are other possibilities for what they call loyalty.

Although there was nothing wrong with Roselle's information, it did not prevent Yardev from suspecting him.

But it never occurred to me that the killer had brought him an unexpected surprise and wanted to come to the other side to show strength, which was just the tip of the iceberg.

“Though you are the master's father, my life was bought by the master.” Roselle said without a slight hesitation, "so I'm sorry to say no. ”

Yardev wasn't surprised at his answer, putting the cigar in the crystal at the corner of the table, laughing, not slowly, "You're better than I thought, stay with Lone, unfortunately. ”

...

Shen Mubai stayed at the main house for a few days, and when he went out again, he got in the car in awe.

Perhaps noticing her nervousness and indignation, Roselle said, “You don't have to worry, even if it's dangerous, I won't let you get hurt at all. ”

His voice, with a calm appearance, was not like a promise and an oath, but rather a statement of fact.

The white nerves of the sunken wood had to relax, take a relaxed breath, and lift their eyes.

Then look up at each other.

Dark-haired man with his head slightly down, his appearance is very prominent, but it doesn't give a very stretchy feeling. But once his gaze falls on him, he feels like he can't move back.

With a little dark blue eyes, something seemed to be precipitating, and the curtains outlined a cool sense of indifference, Roselle looked at her and said, “Master, please believe me. ”

“I believe you.” Shen Mubai hasn't reacted yet, so his words first came out.

“I'm glad you answered.” The man returned unemotionally.