Chapter 1786

All Landon wanted was for Lauren to lounge around. He did not expect anything from her, except to

wait for him at home. That was the idea of a happy married life he pictured.

While staring deeply at Lauren's sleeping face, Landon felt aroused, but he managed to keep his

desire under control. He leaned over to plant soft, greedy kisses over her. After caressing her face

and professing his love for her a few times, he reluctantly left the bedroom

Downstairs, Angelina and a newly promoted secretary were waiting for him. Now that Angelina had

been appointed as Lauren's assistant and bodyguard, Landon needed someone trustworthy by his

side. Hence, she recommended her junior, Jordan Diaz, to take her place as Landon’s newest

secretary.

"Mr. Landon!" The two of them greeted him at the same time.

"Angie, guard the house and look after Lauren.” With Jordan's help, Landon put on his black coat.

He solemnly repeated the daily reminder to Angelina, "Call me if anything happens, even if I'm in

the middle of a meeting. Call me at any time. There's nothing more important than Lauren.”

"Of course, Mr. Landon.” Angelina nodded.

"Ms. Angie, we're leaving now." Jordan stared at Angelina with excitement and anticipation.

"Go. Be good to Mr. Landon." She furrowed her brows, worrying over her junior like a mother over

her son.

Jordan gestured "okay" at her and followed Landon out of the house. Angelina let out a relieved

sigh and a smile after Landon'’s car left the compound. Her longtime efforts finally bore fruit.

She figured that Lauren might sleep in for a little longer. So, she went to the kitchen to make

breakfast for Lauren.

Soon after, she heard the doorbell ring. Thinking it was Landon who had forgotten something at

home, she untied her apron and ran to the entrance hallway.

To her surprise, she saw a stranger's face in the security footage. Dressed in a black suit, the man

looked handsome and smart. He looked squarely at Angelina, exuding a masculine and intimidating

air.

Her chest tightened, and even her veins throbbed violently from the perceived threat. Rarely had

anyone managed to intimidate her.

"Who are you?" She warily stared at the man and slowly took a few steps backward, even touching

the gun that she kept on her waist.

"I'm from the Harper Group," the man replied with a straight face and a no-nonsense attitude. "I am

here to pick up Ms. Lauren on Mr. Harper Senior's orders."

"I did not receive any instructions. Besides, no one has the right to take Madam Lauren without Mr.

Landon's permission.” Her eyes clouded with fear and confusion as she gripped her gun. "Who

exactly are you?"

The visitor's patience seemed to have worn thin. He grabbed something from within his jacket and

placed it on the security lock on the door. After a press of a button, the bomblike item made a

beeping sound, followed by a dull explosion.

The highly-secured smart lock was bombed open in no time.