Chapter 392

Lillian stepped in front of Ethan Shaw. “Dad, I told you, he’s my—” “Enough,” Mr. Davenport cut her off sharply, his eyes locked coldly onto Ethan. “I’m asking him.” Even in his fifties, Mr. Davenport looked sharp. He wore a gold-toned traditional robe, his tanned skin and the fine silver-chain glasses giving him a shrewd, no-nonsense vibe. Ethan answered calmly, “I’m her bodyguard. My friend and I were out of work, so Miss Davenport hired us both.” Before Mr. Davenport could respond, the Third Madam gave a small chuckle. “Oh come on, sir. Why so suspicious of the young miss? She just hired some help. It’s not like the Davenport family can’t afford a couple bodyguards.” “You don’t need to speak for her,” Mr. Davenport snapped. “You think I don’t know what kind of circus she’s been running out there? Bringing home every scrawny kid barely bigger than my arm—how’s anyone like that supposed to protect her?” Lillian’s clubbing and chaotic social life were no secret in Clearford, often maki