As soon as they entered Susan Rangoon's lounge, a servant came over.
"Miss Rangoon, you're too kind, I'm really fine." Jasmine Yale said.
"Berkson, please take care of Miss Yale. I'll go and greet the guests in the banquet hall." Susan Rangoon looked at the standing man.
"Yes, Miss."
Susan Rangoon talked a bit more with Jasmine before leaving.
"Um… Sir, I'm really alright, thank you and your mistress." Jasmine Yale said somewhat awkwardly.
"You're welcome." The man said stoically, "You can call me Berkson."
Jasmine Yale looked at him, for some reason, her heart skipped a beat.
"Alright… You're Miss Rangoon's personal bodyguard?"
"Yes."
Jasmine Yale wasn't sure if it was an illusion but she felt that the way he looked at Susan Rangoon was different.
There was a hint of deep affection and protectiveness within that difference.
