The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Carson Flores looked at Zorvyn Harrison in considerable surprise, not expecting her to see through the whole matter so clearly.

Yes—if Niall Sinclair and he were simply in a free romance, then with his identity as Floating Cloud’s Direct Disciple, he would absolutely be a perfect match for Niall Sinclair, the Abyssal Sect prodigy.

Why would she need to elope with him and defect?

A sharp one indeed!

With so many people in the great hall, the fact that Zorvyn could understand this even as a mere Maiden naturally meant other smart people weren’t blind either. It’s just that the Abyssal Sect counts as a powerful Sect; since it has nothing to do with them, no one is going to step forward and tear down their stage.

Nerisse Blaine’s expression turned slightly odd. She glanced at Raelith Rhodes and nodded: ”I’ve heard about Carson Flores as well. This guy really has guts—that’s fearless to the point of insanity. Your Abyssal Sect still hasn’t found them?”

Raelith Rhodes gave a bitter smile: ”This person’s strength is nothing special, but his ability to hide and run is terrifying. He possesses a Doppelganger Divine Ability and comes and goes like a ghost. It’s said even the Hall Master was fooled by his Incarnation. We’ve spent quite a lot of effort, but it’s all come to nothing. I even suspect he’s already left the Ten Thousand Immortals Domain. After all, once you’re wanted by the Myriad Immortals Palace, the best way is to flee the Ten Thousand Immortals Domain altogether...”

Nerisse Blaine made a noncommittal sound: ”Perhaps.”

Although Raelith had gone out of his way to greet Nerisse, it was obvious she had no intention of engaging with him. The only thing that might interest her was Niall Sinclair, ranked alongside her as one of the Three Great Goddesses.

No matter what kind of woman it is, when it comes to beauty, she’s always very invested.

Although Raelith Rhodes harbored thoughts about Nerisse Blaine, with all these people around and the other party clearly showing she didn’t care to respond, he naturally couldn’t go licking her boots too hard. Just as he was about to sit back down, someone stood up in the distance.

”I am Maedryn Cobb, a Battle Hall Disciple of the Myriad Immortals Palace. Carson Flores followed Snow Zane and caused the deaths of our Battle Hall Master and many Battle Hall Disciples. If anyone has information about him, you must tell me. Whoever hides news of him or helps him will be treated as an accomplice.”

Maedryn Cobb?

The Western Hell’s Pride who participated in the Immortal Palace Disciple assessment together with Spencer Steele and eventually entered the Immortal Palace’s West Prison?

Carson Flores hadn’t noticed him before, and hadn’t thought he’d show up here as well.

Carson didn’t turn around, looking completely unconcerned, but inwardly he couldn’t help sighing. He hadn’t expected so many people with ties to him would be attending this Immortal Gathering Island event. Fortunately he’d put on makeup and altered his appearance; otherwise, he’d be looking at a mountain of trouble.

Thankfully, Carson Flores’s strength was now ever-growing. Unless the other party was a Quasi-Saint, wanting to see through all the details on him at a glance simply couldn’t happen anymore.

Carson silently reminded himself that his Sword Bone, Eight-Armed Arhat, Doppelganger Divine Ability and other signature things must not be exposed. Otherwise, if Maedryn Cobb saw them, he’d be done for.

Maedryn’s words stirred up a wave of noise in the entire great hall.

Not every Cultivator pays attention to outside affairs, and the Immortal Domains are so vast that many people don’t even know who Carson Flores is, much less that Kaethor Jandric was killed. The crowd immediately started asking questions one after another.

This matter was public knowledge to the Myriad Immortals Palace; after all, at that time all the Sects of West Prison participated, and the news spread everywhere afterward, so there was no point in trying to cover it up.

In an instant, Carson Flores became the central topic of discussion in the great hall.

Carson was inwardly speechless. Was this really necessary?

I’m just a small fry—do you all really need hundreds of prodigies and elites from all over, standing around discussing me with such relish?

Zorvyn Harrison looked at Carson and spoke softly: ”Young Master, you’re really not interested in what they’re saying?”

Carson answered casually: ”What the hell does it have to do with me? I’m just a freeloader who got a Convoker Token through sheer luck, here to eat and drink my fill. I can’t afford to get mixed up in these big matters. Even just talking too much might lead to me offending someone by accident...”

Zorvyn said quietly: ”Young Master is being modest.”

Carson raised his wine cup and laughed: ”Drink, drink!”

Behind Carson, Nerisse Blaine suddenly turned her head, giving Carson—who was drinking and eating meat with Zorvyn—a glance. Her gaze was slightly subtle.

This man is kind of interesting!

Leaving aside other things for now, he has a strong sense of self-awareness. And even with his back to her, he hadn’t bothered to look over, which showed impressive self-control. He was smart and very adept at protecting himself.

Did he get his Convoker Token from someone else?

Not bad luck at all—but when it came to choosing a Maiden, his luck was pretty terrible. The Maiden sitting across from him, in terms of looks and bearing, was basically at the bottom among all the maidens here.

Nerisse Blaine withdrew her gaze. He was, after all, just an unrelated person; to be able to catch her attention for even a fleeting moment was already quite something.

The great hall was lively and bustling, while Carson Flores seemed like an outsider. Fortunately, there were quite a few like him who just drank on their own and didn’t join the discussions, so he didn’t stand out too much.

After eating and drinking their fill, night fell, and Carson Flores and Zorvyn Harrison left and returned to their lodgings.

The night passed uneventfully.

At dawn, Zorvyn walked out of the small building, looking at Carson Flores who was standing at the cliff’s edge enjoying the scenery, and said softly: ”Young Master, did you rest well?”

Carson laughed: ”The scenery here is good, the air is good, and it’s quiet. I slept like a log.”

Zorvyn looked at Carson, her gaze turning a bit complicated.

Last night, as soon as Carson returned, he went straight into his own room, without even a single teasing remark.

Was he finding her too ugly?