Chapter 1683

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The Daybreak Syndicate had been quiet lately, and there was no telling what their next move would be.

This lull had allowed Claire to drop her guard slightly.

She made it through the entire month of May on campus without a hitch.

The two rugged bodyguards the FIB headquarters had assigned to protect her spent the past two months lounging in the apartment next door, completely bored out of their minds.

During the first few days, there really had been a few shady characters trying to get close to Claire, and the agents had happily taken them down.

But perhaps because the interference was too heavy, or because Claire already had two highly skilled personal guards of her own, the agents soon found themselves obsolete.

They had been sitting idle for over a month now.

With zero challenges on the job, the nagging physical ailments from their years of service had almost entirely been cured by Claire’s casual treatments.

Even their old battle scars had faded significantly after applying Claire’s Experimental Scar Gel. The results were astounding!

The two of them had gained at least five pounds in the last month alone.

And for good reason—the mild-mannered Finnian White was actually a master chef.

His cooking was the kind that sent mouthwatering aromas wafting through the entire building.

This culinary prowess was the result of a three-year undercover sting operation. Over those three years, he had perfected his cooking to a professional, certifiable level.

His family originally ran a restaurant, so he had a foundation, but once he started diving deep into the culinary arts, there was no stopping him.

It was so good that even when the crime syndicate was dismantled, they didn’t want to let him go.

One of the death row inmates’ final wishes had been to eat one last meal cooked by Finnian.

Claire considered herself incredibly lucky to have scored Finnian as a bodyguard.

Every night, the guys next door would ask if she wanted late-night snacks. Claire initially tried to refuse on principle, but Finnian’s food was just too irresistible.

In reality, going from high-intensity daily missions to lounging around Claire’s apartment was driving the two agents stir-crazy.

But it wasn’t exactly right to wish for their protectee to fall into danger just to spice things up, right?

Since Claire’s medical skills were genuinely miraculous, they came up with a brilliant idea.

They suggested rotating their fellow agents in for “vacations” guarding Claire, allowing everyone to get their chronic injuries treated in the process.

Steele Sterling was the one who submitted the request, but it was flatly denied.

The brass cited that swapping neighbors too frequently would raise suspicion.

Besides, the rest of the unit was currently stretched thin.

They were told to just deal with the ‘hardship’ for now.

Headquarters completely misinterpreted Steele’s request, assuming the protectee was so difficult to manage that even two, battle-hardened veterans were begging for a transfer.

They had been told they were protecting an ordinary college

student who had acquired cru

intel from an informant and was at high risk of cartel retaliation.

Assigning those two had been a carefully calculated decision by the higher-ups.

One was a powerhouse of pure muscle, the other was a strategic mastermind. Together, they could provide flawless security.

Not to mention, this student already had four of her own bodyguards.

Just how high-maintenance could she be to make two FIB agents beg for a rotation? Denied and frustrated, Steele felt like his brilliant idea had been tossed in the trash.

Fine, wait and see. When leadership inevitably tried to rotate other agents in later, he absolutely wouldn’t give up his spot!

At worst, he’d just have to wake up earlier and increase his daily training volume!

Claire had originally planned to visit the James Village over the holiday weekend, but before she coulde finalize her travel plans, she received an unexpected call from Tandy.

“Dr. Tandy, you calling me right now… tell me it’s not an emergency?”

“Claire, I hate to say you jinxed it, but this is indeed an emergency,” Tandy said, his tone grim.

“I’m at the airport. I’ve already sent someone to pick you up. We’re going on a business trip.”

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