The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

A dazzling and blooming diamond necklace was placed around Zorvyn Harrison’s neck.

Zorvyn looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes shining with delight: ”It’s beautiful, young master. This must be very valuable, right?”

Carson Flores smiled and said, ”Where we come from, it might be worth a house. In reality, it’s just some stones, nothing particularly valuable, just aesthetically pleasing, and the price has been inflated.”

”Compared to the Immortal Realm, it’s likely not worth even two Spirit Stones, so it’s not valuable. Just consider it a keepsake.”

Zorvyn reached out to gently touch the necklace: ”Thank you, young master, I really like it.”

”As long as you like it.”

Carson Flores smiled and said, ”Thank you for all your troubles these days.”

Zorvyn pursed her lips, lowering her head: ”If the young master needs a maiden in the future and doesn’t mind my appearance, you can find me, I will definitely serve you well.”

Carson Flores readily agreed: ”Alright, if I need a maiden’s care, I’ll surely look for you.”

After a pause, Carson Flores stood up and smiled: ”It’s getting late, get some rest early.”

Zorvyn watched Carson Flores’s back, gently clenched her fist, hesitated to speak, and the bright light in her eyes gradually dimmed, eventually turning into a silent sigh.

The next day, the people left by Heartless were uniformly sent away, and the remaining ones began signing contracts one by one.

The contract was a blood oath. Although Carson Flores used a fake name, it didn’t affect the signing of the blood oath because the contract binds your bloodline, it is you as a person. Whether you’re called Stein or Calloway Bernard, it doesn’t matter.

After Carson Flores carefully confirmed the contract content, he signed the contract with Immortal Gathering Island.

Carson Flores roughly estimated that this Gathering Immortals Assembly would at least leave behind four hundred people.

Once everyone completed their contracts, someone organized the group to leave this paradise-like place and headed north.

All the maidens were left behind.

Over a thousand maidens watched as hundreds of people departed, somewhat like sending husbands off to war.

Zorvyn stood in an inconspicuous corner, watched Carson Flores merge into the group from afar, and then watched him leave, with her bright eyes gradually dimming.

A fragrant breeze wafted, and Zephyra appeared beside Zorvyn, watching the distant group.

”You seem to have fallen for him?”

Zorvyn didn’t look back, calmly responded: ”He’s a gentleman with a gentle heart.”

Zephyra turned her face and chuckled: ”I used to underestimate him; I didn’t expect someone so young to already be at the Carp Dragon Realm. He doesn’t compare at all to those scions of wealthy families.”

”With such strength, yet he’s so cautious, not the least bit arrogant. Even when ridiculed, he brushes it off with a smile. This character is something not everyone can match.”

Zorvyn gently affirmed: ”Indeed.”

Zephyra crossed her arms, chuckled: ”He signed a contract for fifty thousand points. If he wants to earn those fifty thousand points, he’ll have to stay for at least several hundred or even thousands of years. No matter what you have in mind, there’s plenty of time.”

Zorvyn fell silent for a few seconds, gently said: ”Whatever I have in mind doesn’t really matter. Whether it’s making friends or otherwise, I’d prefer to use my current face rather than as Nereida Nash.”

Zephyra naturally understood the meaning behind Zorvyn’s words, slightly frowned: ”I’m a woman too, I can understand you, but fate is such, think things through, it’s better to say certain things within my presence.”

Sadness appeared in Zorvyn’s eyes: ”It doesn’t matter, a caged canary, I’m really tired of this life. Sometimes thinking about it, death might not be that terrible.”

Zephyra softly said: ”Living gives you opportunities, whether one thousand years, ten thousand years, or a hundred thousand years, as long as your inner self doesn’t die, there will always be opportunities. Moreover, you’re incredibly gifted, as long as your strength reaches its peak, who can stop you then?”

Zorvyn turned her head, looking at the stunning Zephyra, gratefully said: ”Thank you, sister Zephyra. If it weren’t for your care all this time, tolerating my capriciousness, I might not have survived.”

Zephyra’s eyes shone brightly: ”Then can you tell me, even though you could have chosen not to accompany the Gathering Immortals Assembly, why did you insist on coming and even transformed into this state to participate?”

Zorvyn blinked: ”Just bored, wanted to see the true faces of these men...”

Zephyra snorted: ”Forget it if you won’t say, you’re fooling the ghosts.”

Zorvyn quickly pleaded: ”Sister, don’t be mad, I just acted on impulse...”

Zephyra rolled her eyes at Zorvyn: ”Even if you turned into this, aren’t you afraid the others won’t mind you serving them?”

Zorvyn softly said: ”Not a pure maiden, serve if I’m asked, it’s not like I haven’t served before...”

Zephyra poked Zorvyn: ”Stop saying discouraging words, you’ve seen few men to even think of saying that.”

”Once, twice or a hundred times, originally there’s not much difference...”

Zorvyn said this, saw Zephyra’s gaze, and dared not say more, finally shutting her mouth.

”Just be stubborn, I can’t be bothered with you!”

After speaking, Zephyra left, Zorvyn watched Zephyra’s departing figure, her gaze showed hidden gratitude.

Sister Zephyra, it’s not that I’m intentionally concealing things from you, it’s just that there’s no way to explain.

With fate, who dares to say it will surely come true.

I’m just breaking the pot, giving it all up, and making a gamble...