The suggestion hung in the air like smoke from a fired gun. Liam's face lit up with malicious glee as he watched the crowd process his words.
"A bodyguard," Uncle Victor repeated slowly, his eyes narrowing with interest. "That's actually brilliant, Liam."
Old Mrs. Bennett straightened against her cane. "Explain."
"Think about it, Grandmother. Noah's only real skill is violence. Where else would someone like him go?"
The crowd murmured with growing excitement. They'd found a gap in their perfect trap.
"Orlando's elite families all need protection," Liam continued, warming to his theme. "Rich people are paranoid about kidnapping, home invasions, corporate espionage. A man with Noah's background could make decent money in private security."
"Unacceptable," Old Mrs. Bennett declared firmly.
"Completely unacceptable," Uncle Victor agreed. "We cannot allow this man anywhere near respectable families."
