"I'm sure you know better what the best choice is in the long term." Scott sneered.

The Anderson Corporation had been growing too fast and too big, especially in the past years since Scott took over. Their markets are covered all over the world. Their success had, as expected, brought jealousy from other big businesses, not only in Las Vegas but in the whole country.

As Jacob was Scott's best friend, the Morgans would support the Andersons. However, one should not expect other businesses to do the same. Even Sean Smith wasn't very supportive.

The Moores had gradually built and expanded their business in Las Vegas, and now the mysterious Chris Butler was also targeting Las Vegas. Sean thought he had to be more cautious. He doesn't want to interfere with the rivalry between two giant companies to avoid any problems in the future.

The Smith Group was the second biggest corporation in Las Vegas, and naturally, the Moores had tried every way they could to collaborate with Sean to defeat The Anderson Corporation.

Sean didn't really want the Moores to take over the Andersons' place, but he didn't want to turn them into his enemy either. So he had agreed to certain offers by the Moores while keeping a good collaborative relationship with Scott.

Sean had not changed his strategy, which was to get the maximum benefit and keep a friendly relationship with all parties.

"Have you thought that it could be your half-brother that did it? Kidnapping Brianna, I mean." Sean asked, changing the subject, and he seemed to be genuinely concerned.

"No," Scott answered briefly without hesitation.

Thoughts still run through Sean's mind and blurted out, "But isn't he the one that wants to replace you the most?"

"He knows that I've got enough enemies now. He's waiting and watching the show." Scott said matter-of-factly.

"Right." Sean nodded in agreement and saw Jodie come downstairs. "Shall we go home?" he asked her.

"Yep," Jodie said shortly.

Scott bid them goodbye, then said to Alex, "Send me the profiles of all the bodyguards for the house." Alex was a bit confused by the sudden request, but he didn't question.

Scott went upstairs back to his room and sat down on the bed next to Brianna. He opened his email on his phone and showed her the profiles of the bodyguards that Alex had sent.

Staring at Scott with her big eyes, Brianna asked, "What is it for?"

"Take a look and pick a few," Scott said briefly.

Brianna opened her eyes even wider. "Do you...do you want to err... offer me to them?" Confused, she managed to ask him.

Scott rolled his eyes and gave Brianna's head a rather hash tap. "You wish!"

"What's this about then?" Brianna stroked her head and looked at him with her big innocent eyes.

"You need a few bodyguards. Your safety is the main concern here. We are together most of the time, but we can't be together all the time. And sometimes I am not cautious enough to protect you." Scott explained.

"Is it necessary?" With agitation, she asks again.

"If you don't want to die yet." A short answer came from his mouth.

"Alright. Let me take a look." Brianna took his phone and had a quick glance. "There are SO MANY!" she exclaimed.

"These are the ones that are responsible for the safety of the house. There are more if you don't like these ones."

"What?! How many bodyguards have you hired?"

"Enough to shock you."

"Come on, tell me," Brianna asked curiously, but Scott would not answer her. The more she knows, the more danger she's putting herself in. He thought.

After a good while, Brianna pointed at one of the profiles and said, "This one! He actually looks a bit like Leonardo DiCaprio! Well, a younger version of him. And I like his smile."

Scott looked displeased instantly and took a quick look at the picture. "Not this one!" He said sternly.

"Why? Look at him. He's good looking and..." Brianna argued but stopped halfway as she suddenly realized that Scott was actually jealous. "I didn't mean that. Are you jealous? I just thought that he's pleasant to look at, and he seems to be a good fighter as well."

"Jealous? Because of you?!" Scott sulked. "They are all great fighters, or they aren't qualified to work for me."

"Alright. How about this one?" Brianna pointed at another picture.

Scott glanced at it and looked even worse. "I'm not asking you to choose a date!"

"But who doesn't like good-looking guys?" Brianna muttered.

"They are all good-looking, but my point is you shouldn't choose how they look. Choose another one." Scott demanded.

"Alright." Brianna pouted her lips and nodded. It was true that all the bodyguards that worked for Scott were not bad looking at all. He had picked them personally.

Finally, Brianna chose one that didn't stand out much and said, "Ok, him."

"Choose a few more," Scott said.

"I don't want to have too much attention from people. One is good enough. Also, if whoever it is that wants to use me to hurt you is truly somebody, they won't just keep kidnapping me to threaten you, will they?"

"True."

A week later, Brianna had recovered well. As she sat sunbathing on the balcony, she was planning to go back to work the next day. She sipped tea and thought about the designs for Andy Jordan's wife and daughters. Just as she was lost in thought, her phone rang.

It was from Chris Butler. She hesitated for a while, then answered. "Yes, Mr. Butler?"

"Would you like to have lunch with me today?"

"I'm afraid it isn't a good idea, Mr. Butler. I'm Scott's wife, and I don't think it appropriate to have lunch with you." Brianna refused immediately.

"Ha. Scott's wife. Right. But do you think you will be his wife for long?" Chris smiled.

"Well, at least till he finds Sol Keaton."

"What if I tell you now that I've found her."

"What?!" Brianna jumped up from the chair and knocked over the tea.