The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO

Wang Dadong was suspicious, not because the person was wrong, but because they were too right.

The injured man spoke with precision, every sentence hit the princess's weak spot, leaving her no chance to refute.

Such words didn't seem to be spoken offhand, but rather like rehearsed lines.

Moreover, Lesotho is a semi-feudal country with a very strict hierarchy; ordinary people wouldn't dare speak to the princess like that, much less spit at her.

Clearly, someone was manipulating things behind the scenes.

Initially, Wang Dadong was puzzled. Logically, if the other party didn't want Julia to ascend the throne, they would have tried to shirk when Julia arranged for disaster relief supplies.

But Julia's uncle not only didn't shirk but actively gathered supplies.

Thinking back now, everything was part of the other party's plan.

In this encounter, Julia was completely at a disadvantage, almost doomed to disaster.

Pretending to aid in disaster relief and delivering spoiled food to the victims.

After all, such behavior was truly vile.

"Pah!"

"We don't want this kind of princess!"

"Such a person can't be a king, treating us as less than human by giving us spoiled food to eat."

"Yeah, or the country will be ruined in her hands!"

At this moment, the injured in the tent began to curse.

Julia was still too young. Facing such a scene, she couldn't help but feel wronged and burst into tears.

She also wanted to save people on the front lines, and she didn't want to be a show, but she was just a thirteen-year-old girl. What could she do?

Fortunately, Wang Dadong had already used his Inner Strength to destroy the camera.

The live broadcast had already stopped.

If people saw Julia crying, even if she became king in the future, it would be hard to establish authority.

"What's going on? Why is the live broadcast off?" The middle-aged man asked with a frown.

"Sir, it seems the camera is broken."

"She's lucky, but this is enough. Let's see how she handles the current situation." The middle-aged man sneered.

In a separate tent.

"Julia, don't be sad, those injured have probably been bought off by your uncle," Wang Dadong gently patted the Little Princess's back and comforted her softly.

It was already very impressive for a thirteen-year-old girl to reach this point.

"But he's right, I am just putting on a show, I... really don't deserve to be king..." Julia said sadly.

"Silly girl, you were just set up. Even if you go into the ruins to save people, the result won't change; they'll still say you're faking it." Wang Dadong sighed.

This time, he underestimated Julia's uncles. They had meticulously planned to prevent Julia from ascending the throne.

"Brother Dadong, will the people never trust me, never love me again..." Julia looked up pitifully at Wang Dadong.

The truth is, you can do a hundred good things, and others might not remember you, but if you do one bad thing, you could be branded for life.

Now that Julia's act was broadcast live, restoring her reputation would be nearly impossible.

"Don't worry, Brother Wang Dong won't let that happen." Wang Dadong wiped her tears, "You've worked hard these days. Take some rest now."

"Brother Dadong, hold me while I sleep..." The Little Princess felt very insecure at this time, needing a hug.

After holding the Little Princess to sleep, Wang Dadong instructed Mila to protect the princess closely, then asked King Kong to get a satellite phone.

Wang Dadong immediately contacted Jun Tianzui to check how many people Hell still had in South Africa.

"Boss, not many, less than a hundred, as the business there isn't easy." Jun Tianzui replied.

"That's enough. Have them rush to Lesotho, Laien City."

After hanging up with Jun Tianzui, Wang Dadong dialed another number.

Less than five people in the world knew of this number.

Because this phone belonged to Princess Lisa of Kansas.

"How's the situation now?" The middle-aged man swirled the wine glass in his hand.

"Rest assured, sir. I've already made arrangements over there, discreetly withdrawing a large number of rescue personnel, and halted the distribution of supplies, so now they can't even eat spoiled food if they want to." The attendant replied.

"And what is the people's reaction?"

"What can it be? Because of the princess's arrival, rescue efforts have not only not sped up but slowed down. Now, there is mostly cursing of the princess across the country. When the time comes for her to ascend the throne, the people certainly won't agree. Sir, do you think it's time for us to act? After all, with each passing hour, more people die."

"Deaths are good; without deaths, how can my importance be established? Wait a bit, she must be forced into an inescapable situation before I step in to take charge." The middle-aged man smiled.

"But what if the princess really goes to the front line to help and wins back the people's favor?"

"That wouldn't be a problem. She has no people or supplies. Even if she goes, it's useless. Besides, if she does dare to go to the front line, it'll be a blessing." The middle-aged man displayed a sinister smile.

Assassinating the princess elsewhere might cause trouble, but if she were crushed to death by a collapsing building while aiding in the disaster...

One day later.

Julia received a call from her fourth uncle.

"Julia, as long as you agree to pass the throne to me, I will immediately send a large number of people to assist and bring lots of supplies." Sideng said bluntly.

Julia should be at the end of her rope by now, and dragging it out further would miss the golden period for rescue. Pressuring Julia at this time was definitely the best opportunity.

Although she had long known her uncle coveted her throne, hearing him ask her to give it up still made Julia feel uncomfortable.

Taking a deep breath, Julia softly asked, "Fourth Uncle, you want me to pass the throne to you?"

"Yes, as long as you pass the throne to me..."

"Dream on!"

After Julia finished, she hung up the phone and rejoined the earthquake rescue efforts.

This time, Julia truly entered the front lines, surrounded by precarious buildings, personally digging wounded people buried under rubble.

"Thank you, who are you?" The elderly woman rescued looked at Julia gratefully and asked.

Julia flashed a sweet smile at the old lady and only answered with two words, "Family."