Super Detective in the Fictional World

t forward with a smile and exchanged polite greetings with the super bigshot magnate before he tactfully got straight to the point.
“Mr.
Weyland, can you tell me exactly what this assignment entails now?”

Over the phone, the magnate had only given him the location, and hadn’t explained what the assignment was.

Weyland nodded at a black middle-aged man next to him.
“This is Maxwell Stafford, who’s in charge of this operation and who is my head of security.”

Stafford simply nodded at Luke, then started to briefly explain the assignment.

A few days ago, Weyland Corporation had found some mysterious ruins on Bouvet Island, and Weyland had personally set out to explore the place in the hopes of finding something

big.

Morris Cole, Weyland’s personal bodyguard with the strongest individual capability, caught a severe cold on the boat here.

Given his professionalism, this first-rate bodyguard requested leave.

In his own words, it was very possible that he might make a mistake in his current condition if they ran into danger.
On an expedition, one mistake could lead to dire consequences.

Thus, he gave up this temporary assignment that would have earned him a bonus of over 200,000 dollars, and solemnly asked his employer to find another trustworthy bodyguard.

Weyland wasn’t annoyed about Morris backing out.

This wasn’t a regular job, and an elite bodyguard shouldn’t force himself to take on a mission when he was well aware that he wasn’t in the best shape.

If something happened to his employer, his reputation in the industry would drop, and it would be very hard for him to make a living in the future.

For bodyguards, their favorite saying was: “boring is best.” Because boring meant that all was well.

Actually, Weyland had a lot of options.

As a huge magnate and the leader of a major corporation, he had a lot of bodyguards on hand.

When he was considering a replacement, however, Weyland, who was approaching the end of his life, happened to remember the minor detective who had been the cause of his “mess.”

After talking to Takagi over the phone, Weyland decided to follow his heart.

He had made many risky decisions in his life, but that had always been when he was safe and had the time to think through his decisions.

This time, he didn’t want to think too much anymore.

Perhaps, this would be the last time that he could be so willful!

For this willful decision, he offered a high commission of 500,000 dollars, because Takagi said that he had tried to hire Luke with an annual salary of 500,000 dollars, only to be turned down.

Weyland wasn’t short of money, nor did he want to be turned down.

In fact, it was a good thing that the place he had come to was so unique.

The South Pole!

If it wasn’t for Weyland, Luke didn’t know how long it would’ve taken him to think about visiting this place.
That was right; Luke had come to the South Pole precisely for a holiday.

He didn’t believe that a bigshot like Weyland would endure hardship in the South Pole.

However harsh the South Pole was, the bigshot wouldn’t feel it.

Like this very moment; it was so warm inside the room that the freezing cold outside couldn’t be felt at all.

After listening to Stafford’s explanation, Luke asked, “My responsibility is simply to ensure Mr.
Weyland’s safety, is that right?”

Stafford nodded.
“Yes.”

Luke: “So, I don’t work under Mr.
Stafford, right?”

Stafford again nodded calmly.
“That’s right.
Morris, the previous bodyguard, was also only responsible for Mr.
Weyland.”

Luke looked at Weyland, and the old man coughed and said, “I know what you’re worried about, but there’s no need for it.
In this place, I’m your only boss.”

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