**Cinderella, who can best ten men, becomes the CEO’s bodyguard without realizing he loves her.**

**[Music]** *Chang, my boss—let’s talk about this.* **[Music]** You’ve hurt so many clients in just days. You’re a training partner, not a combat instructor. My salary for damages, I’ve mortgaged the entire gym. What am I supposed to do now? This place is too small for someone like you. **You’re fired.** Thanks anyway, boss. Don’t worry, Xia Aning—you’ll find work soon. Try to stop fighting and think more rationally. Your request is a bit extreme—let’s say *too* extreme. A Hercules-level strength isn’t available locally. And rumors say you’re a celestial loner—so no one dares. I’ve contacted foreign companies. Give me a few more days. You were born under a solitary star, but soon your protective star will shine. **Protective star?** That star with superhuman strength. **[Music]** I can’t believe I trusted a fortune-teller. Just drop it. Stop looking. Why’s the traffic still stuck? There’s apparently an accident. I have a critical meeting after lunch. **No delays allowed.** Let’s check it out. **Peace now.** **No money.** I’m gonna kill you.