Without a word, Gun quickly kicked the man holding Arielle. The man's body was thrown and crashed against the wall. Arielle then hugged Gun tightly.
"Thank you for coming," she said in a weak voice.
"It's nothing," Gun replied.
"And what is a lowly bodyguard doing inside the meeting room?" Tyron spoke in an insulting tone to Gun. "Leave now if you don't want to be dragged out by the guards."
Gun just smirked at Tyron. "You speak as if you're the owner of this company when you don't have even 1 percent of the shares. I really admired the thickness of your face, Tyron." Gun returned Tyron's insulting gaze. "And which guard are you going to call to drag me out? The guard outside who is now sleeping? Or that guard over there who is struggling to stand?"
Tyron's fists were clenched and he
