Dustin was in a dilemma. "Dahlia, you know I'm only average at martial arts. I've never been a Chief Security Officer before. Don't you think I'm not suited for that post?" He was good at fighting and treating illnesses, but he had no experience holding an executive position in a company. It just didn't feel right.

"You just need to be good at fighting." Dahlia smiled at him. "You don't need to do anything. You just need to oversee safety matters and, at the same time, protect me from harm."