Travis showered and wore his old clothes before moving out. As he opened the gate, he saw many bodyguards standing at his gate.
“Young master,” one said. And everyone bowed down to him.
Travis looked around. CEO Douglass and Uncle Warren weren’t there. Then why are they here? It baffled him because he doesn’t hire a security guard. So he asked them, “Why are you here?”
“It is a command from the old Mr. Hernandez, sir. He wants you to be under excellent protection,” one said.
“I want you all to leave here. I don’t need any protection.”
The bodyguard knelt, and the rest did the same. “It is a command we cannot disobey. Please, we need to follow you anywhere you are going, too.”
Travis became worried. What sort of nonsense is this? If they followed him, Stella would know who he was. He
