Chapter 7 Color Psychology

The man with sunglasses came in and looked around them.

He nodded at Rebecca, took out a button-sized object, and handed it to Christine.

"Miss Stewart, we are hired by Mr. Stewart to guard the villa. If you need anything, just press this button, and we will come to you."

Rhett stretched out his hand at lightning speed to grab the button, but the direction was a little off. So he hit the man's wrist, and the remote control flew away.

The man with sunglasses moved unhurriedly and caught the remote control with one hand. Then he glanced at Rhett before handing it to Christine again.

"You see this? This is what a professional bodyguard looks like. It's not like that lazy guy. I'm really worried about your safety in the future." Angie looked at Christine with a snicker.

Christine glanced at the man with sunglasses, then turned to look at the topless man sitting opposite her, eating breakfast. She nodded to Angie in agreement.

Rebecca just continued eating breakfast quietly as if she didn't hear anything.

Actually, Rhett just tested the bodyguard's fighting skills a little while ago. And he found out that this man was a capable one.

Hiring such a bodyguard cost a lot of money. It seemed that Latham was giving much attention to Christine's safety.

But having capable bodyguards to stay in the villa was a good thing. Sometimes Rhett needed to go out to do something. If someone broke in and took Christine away during his absence, it would be ridiculous.

What the others didn't know was that the man with sunglasses was also surprised by Rhett's fighting skills.

Rhett was only eating bread and drinking milk lazily. But in a split second, Rhett's hand hit his wrist.

This was his first encounter with Christine, but he almost made a fool of himself.

"When you're done eating, you can go and start the car first. I'll be right there." Rebecca looked at Rhett, put down her car keys on the table, and turned around to go back upstairs.

Rhett took the keys, turned around, and headed for the garage. But before he left, he looked back at Christine and Angie and said, "You two kids, don't miss me so much. I won't be gone for too long." After saying this, he disappeared from the door.

"Fuck off!" Christine was so angry that she threw the bread in her hand to his back. Unfortunately, her accuracy was not that good, so the bread hit the door frame instead of him.

When Rhett got in Rebecca's car, he only saw a few books and some documents. There were no delicate or cute decorations that ordinary young women were usually fond of.

The Lexus perfectly matched Rebecca's personality. It was low-key but luxurious.

"Are you familiar with Navori University?" Rebecca asked after getting in the car. She was fastening her seat belt.

"Of course. The first rule in the bodyguard industry is to know the surrounding environment of the employer. Navori University is the best exclusive, private university in Navori. And it is owned by Stewart Group.

Christine is studying there, a sophomore this year."

Rebecca nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that Rhett had made some preparation for this job.

Suddenly, the Lexus dashed out like a wild horse and entered the main road.

"Rebecca, why are you the school president?" Rhett asked. Although he was driving swiftly, he didn't forget the presence of the beauty beside him.

"Why can't I be?" Rebecca asked back, glancing at Rhett.

"I don't mean any offense. It's just that you are so young. Can you manage a school well?" Rhett was really curious. With such a glamorous and noble president, the school's admission rate must be very high.

"With great power comes great responsibility," Rebecca said and closed her eyes. She was not in the mood to talk to a boring man like Rhett.

Rhett was rendered speechless. He was stunned by her words.

He always had the impression that she was a low-key woman. So hearing her suddenly flatter herself really surprised him.

"Rebecca, do you have a boyfriend?" Rhett asked again. He was so bored that he began to harass her.

"Do you know? Black underwear represents mystery and sexiness." He shamelessly recalled what he saw on the day he came to the villa and entered Rebecca's bathroom by mistake.

"Red underwear represents surging passion and fascination."

"What about purple?" Rebecca suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Rhett coldly.

"Purple? It is related to the queen nature. It represents..." Rhett abruptly stopped talking.

How did Rebecca know he would talk about purple next? These were the three colors of her underwear he saw in the bathroom at that time.

Rhett felt embarrassed at once. He glanced at Rebecca and drove quietly.

Rebecca looked at his side profile and smiled faintly. But her smile disappeared soon.

Rhett parked the car steadily at the gate of Navori University and looked at the school gate. No wonder it was a noble university. It was really magnificent.

"Put this on. It's not proper to wander around shirtless. Besides, stop calling me Rebecca from now on. Please call me Miss Stone."

Rebecca threw a coat at Rhett after getting out of the car.

"Rebecca, you are so considerate. It will be my pleasure to have you as my wife," Rhett said and put on the coat quickly.

"I can drive by myself. Get out of the car now," Rebecca said, ignoring his nonsense.

"Then what about me? How about I take the car, then I'll come back to pick you up after your work?" Rhett negotiated with Rebecca. He felt like having a headache.

"No. I have something to deal with later, and I need to use the car." Rhett saw firmness on her face as she spoke.

So he had no other choice but to get out of the car and watch her drive away.

Rhett stood by the roadside, looking helpless.

Navori was so big. Where would he go? He had planned to go shopping, and he thought that with Rebecca's car, he could easily bring back to the villa whatever he would buy.

However, since things did not turn out as planned, he needed to have Plan B.

Rhett decisively took out his phone and called Latham.

"Hello? Who's this, please?" Latham's deep voice was heard from the other end of the line.

"Mr. Stewart, this is Rhett. Are you available now? I want to talk to you about my mission."

"Oh, Rhett, it's you. Are you in the villa right now? I'll send someone to pick you up there." Latham's voice sounded more amiable than before when he found it was Rhett.

"No, I'm not in the villa. You don't have to pick me up. Just give me the address."

"Alright. You can just take a taxi to Stewart Group."

"Okay, I'll see you later then." The moment Rhett hung up the phone, he blamed himself for being too polite.

He could have taken a free ride, but he refused it. 'Latham is not considerate at all. Didn't he know that I was just being polite? He should have insisted, right?' he complained inwardly.