When Adam arrived at Wolfe Group the next morning, he instantly felt it.
The stares.
The whispers.
The barely stifled snorts of laughter.
Employees passed by with gleeful expressions, and their hushed conversations weren't exactly subtle.
"That's him... the sassiest bodyguard in history!"
"I didn't expect him to be from our company!"
"I swear, I watched that video all night. My depression's halfway cured!"
"That hip action! Like a turbo-charged blender!"
"He almost took it all off!"
"Can you believe it? A guy who looks that serious and sunny on the outside is actually... a dancing machine!"
"Our bodyguard team really is full of hidden talents!"
"Stop it! Now I just want to rewatch it again!"
Adam's ears turned red. His fists clenched by his sides as he lowered his head and power-walked past the crowd like a disgraced general returning from battle.
Just get to the security department. Avoid eye contact. Survive.
But alas, the temple cannot shield the monk forever.
The moment he stepped into the security department, he was ambushed—not by punches, but by peals of laughter.
"Hey, look who's here! The Internet's favorite dancer!"
"Our little Adam's got moves!"
"I say we make him the new mascot for morale!"
"If we need someone to warm up the crowd at the company gala, we know who to call!"
Adam felt like his soul left his body.
"Please, let me disappear…"
Then the door swung open, and the manager of the security department strolled in with a deadpan face.
"Alright! It's work hours now. Everyone, quit laughing and focus!"
The laughter died down—barely.
The manager's gaze landed squarely on Adam. "And you—come here."
Adam stiffened, then quickly walked forward. "Manager, I can explain. Last night, I really didn't mean to—"
The manager cut him off with a wave. "Relax. Mr. Wolfe already briefed me. Said you were acting under his orders to lighten the mood. You did good. Just... be careful next time. Watch your drinking."
Adam nearly collapsed from relief.
So he wasn't getting fired.
More importantly, he still had access to Rayden Wolfe—and his mission.
"If this incident cost me the chance to stay close to him," Adam thought, "that would've been the real tragedy."
The manager gave him a nod. "Alright. If there's nothing else, go back to assisting Mr. Wolfe. Do your job well, and your future will be bright."
"Yes, sir." Adam turned to leave, but the manager called out again.
"Wait. One more thing."
Adam paused. "Yes, manager?"
The man suddenly fluttered his fingers in an exaggerated pose, winked, and chirped in a falsetto, "You were so sassy last night! I loved it!"
Behind Adam, the entire department burst into laughter.
"You're so sassy, we love it!"
"Encore! Encore!"
Adam said nothing. He turned around slowly, face unreadable, and walked out with the haunted expression of a man who'd seen too much.
By the time he reached Rayden Wolfe's office, he was emotionally drained.
Rayden looked up from his desk, saw Adam enter—and immediately twitched.
Then, a small chuckle escaped.
Then a bigger one.
Until finally, he threw his head back and laughed uncontrollably.
"Hahaha! Sorry! I usually don't laugh unless I can't help it! Hahahaha!"
Adam stood silently, unamused.
Rayden pointed at him, tears in his eyes. "Just give me a second—I need to laugh this out before I can talk to you! Hahahaha!"
Adam looked skyward, whispering, "Why have you forsaken me?"
After a solid minute, Rayden wiped his eyes and composed himself.
"Alright, alright. I'm done."
Adam sighed. "Mr. Wolfe, believe me—I'm not normally like that. I think… someone must've spiked the drink. I lost control and did things I can't even remember."
Rayden waved his hand. "No need to explain. After all the alcohol you downed, I'd be shocked if you weren't possessed."
Adam looked away, ashamed. "It won't happen again."
Rayden leaned back, grinning. "Honestly, I didn't even recognize you. You were twirling around up there like a pop star. I thought I was watching a live concert. My friend Wesley wanted me to ask you if you'd like to work at his bar on weekends. Free drinks. Commission bonuses."
Adam paled.
"No. Absolutely not. Never again."
One time had already turned his reputation into a meme. A second time? That would be career suicide.
If word reached the Underground Council or the mercenaries of his past that he, the God of War, had stripped and danced at a bar, he'd never live it down. He might as well dig his own grave.
Rayden chuckled and tossed him a car key. "Alright, alright. No more teasing. Here—take the company car and get ready. We've got to report to Lin Investment Group."
"Yes, sir." Adam turned and headed out.
As he stepped into the hallway, he saw Rachel approaching from the opposite end.
Her eyes locked on him.
Adam hesitated for a moment, thinking it was a good time to chat, maybe explain—
But she stopped a meter away, pinched her nose dramatically, and said in disgust, "Stay away from me, pervert."
Adam: "…"
Another arrow… straight to the heart.
She stomped off, and Adam sighed deeply.
Then clenched his fists.
"It's fine. I can endure this humiliation. As long as I can take down the real demon—Rayden Wolfe—all of this is worth it. What's a little public shame compared to the betrayal of my past life?"
His eyes burned with renewed determination.
No matter how many memes or winks were thrown his way, he would see this mission through.
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