The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

With that said, Shania’s face reddened slightly. However, she knew she would have her own room if they went to a hotel.

Neither Jagoan nor Uriah would ever lay hands on her.

“A hotel… Okay… It seems to be the only way,” Jagoan thought about it and agreed.

Uriah took out his phone to text the staff at the mayor’s residence, notifying them that Shania would not be returning for the night, and headed to a nearby hotel with Shania and Jagoan.

Jagoan ordered three rooms, one for each of them.

Shania’s room was in the middle, while Uriah’s room was on the left, and Jagoan’s was the other on the right.

The arrangement was to prevent accidents. There should not be any accidents, but Jagoan and Uriah, who lived on both sides of the street, could rescue Shania in time in case of one. That way, Shania would be safe from danger.

his room, Jagoan locked the door behind him and went to the bathroom to shower. Although it was not the most luxurious presidential suite and was only a deluxe

TV,

wrapped himself in a towel and turned on

a fan of TV dramas, so Dorodo’s local TV news

but questions about the poor did not appear. The problem of the poor had been Dorodo’s problem for a long time

programs used to show this news in the past, but such news were no longer seen for some

took a sip of beer. The cold taste of beer slightly burned as it entered his

phone, texted Jagoan to tell him he would not return to the

Knock, knock!

Knock, knock, knock!

toward the door in confusion and asked,

looking for him. However, the person outside the door did