BILLIONAIRE Boss Protector

In Neburgh, Erik Griffiths emerged from the train station, surrounded by the hum of a busy crowd.

With a cigarette in hand, he took a long inhale, the rising smoke obscuring half of his face.

"Finally back..." he whispered, glancing around.

Vehicles zipped along the nearby road, while crowds of pedestrians navigated the crosswalks, merging and scattering from every direction.

Chic young women, their arms laden with shopping spoils, streamed in and out of the mall, their laughter and joyful expressions lighting up the area.

This cheerful scene brought a quiet smile to Erik's face.

There was an unmistakable ease about him, as if a hint of laziness had settled into his posture.

He discarded his finished cigarette and strolled toward the curb to catch a taxi.

Just then, a red luxury car halted abruptly in front of him, its window descending smoothly.

A calm voice from within called out, "Get in!"

Huh?

Erik's brow creased in confusion.

He hadn't told a soul he was back, and honestly, he had no friends in Neburgh anyway.

Who was this individual?

Intrigued, he leaned closer to get a better look inside the vehicle and was instantly struck by the sight.

In the driver's seat, a woman dressed in stylish clothes sat confidently.

She was breathtakingly beautiful.

Dark sunglasses shielded her eyes, adding mystery to her already striking features that peeked out from beneath long, flowing hair.

Her presence was commanding, her aura undeniable and her appeal utterly enchanting.

She seemed nothing less than a goddess.

Erik couldn't help but gaze in awe.

Throughout his life, he had encountered numerous women, yet she stood out as uniquely mesmerizing.

"I'm Kimberly Fowler. What are you waiting for? Come on, get in!"

As Erik remained frozen in place, her brow creased, her voice sharpening with a hint of annoyance.

Kimberly Fowler?

Erik didn't recognize the name.

His confusion deepened, though he masked his reaction.

He was eager to figure out the game she was playing.

Without a second thought, he slipped into the car and settled into the passenger seat.

The moment the door clicked shut, Kimberly started the car with impatience.

Her voice was cold as she said, "You're Caden Smith, Lana's cousin, correct? I won't go over my situation again since you should already be aware of it. Lana told me a bit about yours, but just remember—when you meet my family as my boyfriend, tell them you've just returned from military service. Is that clear?"

She quickly briefed him with key details.

Erik's eyebrow arched as he grasped the situation.

It seemed he had unwittingly become part of a scheme to pose as a boyfriend.

Wasn't this something from a drama?

"You seem to be mistaken, Miss Fowler..."

Despite her allure, Erik was intent on clarifying his stance, maintaining his honesty.