I Heard That My Fiancé is Super Fierce

Chapter 77: First Change

Two hours later, the Uttar Prince arrived first and was personally received by Melson, who was in a very good state of mind. Throughout the process, the Prime Minister’s mood seemed very good, just as it was rumored that he had talked directly with Marshal at the meeting before.

The Uttar Prince, who was the first to arrive, swept Melson’s face up and down with his bright red eyes, which symbolized his dignity. He laughed and said, “Hard work, Mr. Melson.”

When he said this, Cassey’s eyebrows were shaking when he was standing near Melson. Fortunately, he was asked to wear a wig. The long bangs blocked his eyebrows. Otherwise, his facial expression at this moment would be quite noticeable.

On this point, Cassey firmly refused to admit that he was not good enough to be a bodyguard. He had seen many other country or region leaders with the Marshal before. Although this was the first time that he had followed Melson on such an occasion, Cassey had always thought it would be similar to the past. It never occurred to him that this experience would open the door of his new world directly.

The door of this new world was that he was a bodyguard whose sense of existence had been reduced to the extreme and he had been asked to be changed with makeup!

Painted eyebrows and face, blush and eyeshadow were all fake. In short, Cassey stood in front of the mirror and felt that he could not recognize this ghost. He couldn’t even see his own pores on his face! What kind of man was he?

The most abhorrent thing was that before he came, the wicked makeup artist smiled and asked him not to scratch his face, scratch his itch or rub his eyes. Anything related to his face was strictly forbidden.

For the first time, Cassey was uncomfortable. In order to maintain his superb quality as a bodyguard, he cherished the rare non-civilian work and forced himself to shift his eyes. Only then did he find that the prince in front of him seemed to be a little familiar.

I think I’ve seen him somewhere. Just as Cassey thought this, Melson gave the Uttar Prince a standard official smile. “Your Highness is kind.”

“A new arrival?” the Uttar Prince looked at the men in normal clothes behind him. They declared that they were only secretaries and were friendly. He sneered at them and thought that Assyrians were always cautious. Even the most obscure secretaries of such politicians could not relax their vigilance.

After that, the Prince took back his eyes and looked at Melson again to make up for the sentence he had just said, “DId we do something wrong? Something that doesn’t conform to your country’s etiquette? Please give me more advice, Mr. Melson.”

The polite words, scene words only.

But Melson squinted and smiled at the prince. “It’s a little bit off.”

He was not serious at all and his half-joking tone was particularly easy to make people feel that he would throw out a little humor to the hot spot later. That was what the Uttar Prince thought, so he looked at Melson with a good-looking, well-mannered expression, waiting for the rest of the story.

“In my country, most people don’t call me by name.” Melson said with a laugh. Before the Uttar Prince could speak, Melson added, “Melson is my name. It’s too intimate to call me directly.”

When Melson spoke of the last five words, he smiled, only slightly crooked his lips and the long ending made the remark meaningful.

Cassey stood beside him, listening to the long ending, shivering all over, unable to resist it and put a hand over his face.

The Uttar Prince and his envoys arrived in batches and, with the timing, everyone didn’t know who thought about it. Anyway, when Fitt learned about it, he wanted to scold his mother.