"Bodyguards too? Lawrence, are you in danger? Don't be afraid! Send me your location right away! I'll bring a whole squad of bodyguards over!" Edward Foster thought he had figured it out.
In the middle of the night, Lawrence Winters wasn't the kind of woman who, after having a husband (crossed out) boyfriend, would still flirt with other men. But it's past one in the morning, and she had messaged him repeatedly; she must be in trouble!
She's being controlled and can't tell the truth, so she can only hint!
For a moment, Edward Foster imagined several legendary stories of "a virtuous woman falling into a trap, a handsome man descending from the sky to save her from fire and water, and thus winning her love."
Thinking happily to himself, he went to find clothes to put on and also notified his security assistant.
By the time he was dressed, thirty bodyguards were already assembled.
