The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Everyone’s eyes fell on Carson Flores simultaneously, including Manager Bernard and the few elegantly dressed men who had just walked in. They stopped in their tracks, turned around in surprise, and looked at Carson Flores in bewilderment.

With a look of helplessness, Carradine smacked his forehead with his right hand.

Here we go again!

Why won’t these people just calm down a bit? Always stirring things up like this, with the Sect Master’s temperament, they’re bound to offend everyone.

Yackey Decker and Boyd within the group both brightened their eyes, looking expectantly.

Right now, they hold great faith in the new Sect Master, already resolved internally: no matter what happens, they’ll follow him, sharing prosperity and adversity. At worst, if they cause trouble, they’ll bear the consequences together.

At worst, die together!

Say no more, Carson’s actions are refreshing!

Previously, whenever they came to collect resources, they were throttled and delayed by people, and even thinking about that frustrating feeling now is still discomforting.

Despite being a Superior Grade Great Land Prime Immortal, I’ve been reduced to appearing as a common mortal—just thinking about it is too saddening.

Master Flores is mighty!

Do it!

Manager Bernard’s gaze landed on Carson Flores’ face. ”What do you want?”

Carson Flores said calmly, ”You just mentioned the rule of queuing to collect resources, first come, first served. All of us who lined up at the front of the line have been queuing since before dawn, yet there’s no one lining up to submit forms ahead of us. Could it be that their forms were submitted yesterday, or perhaps they still have them and haven’t had the chance to submit to you yet?”

It’s happening!

Yackey Decker and Boyd’s eyes shone with excitement as Carson Flores’ familiar tactic directly cornered Manager Bernard.

He has to choose—either way leads to issues!

Who told you to define the rule as everyone lining up to collect, first come, first served?

All the people in line suddenly brightened up, with many casting excited looks at Carson Flores.

”It’s him!”

”He’s here too, how great, someone standing up for us!

”Who is he?”

”Majestic Sect Master, reportedly killed hundreds of Demon Race members, made significant contributions, and was personally appointed by the Hall Master.”

”Yesterday when they were collecting resources at one location, the Compton Family tried to cut in line, but he nearly made them cry from the confrontation. Eventually, they apologized and left humiliated. Housekeeper Roth’s face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, but he couldn’t do anything about him!”

”He speaks so reasonably unless the other side is entirely unreasonable, only wanting to pressure with force. But he was appointed Sect Master personally by the Hall Master; he’s not afraid of being oppressed. If it goes to an official complaint, who knows who should really be worried.”

Manager Bernard saw Carson Flores step forward and instinctively wanted to scold him, but the murmurs from the crowd alerted him to some unusualness.

If he were an ordinary person, these people might worry more about him but wouldn’t be as excited and expectant as they are now. Even those casting glances at himself seem to feel schadenfreude.

What’s going on?

Manager Bernard restrained his emotions, his mind quickly spinning, and asked, ”Who, may I ask, are you?”

Carson Flores cupped his hand in greetings: ”Majestic Sect Master, Carson Flores.”

Carson Flores?

Sounds familiar?

Manager Bernard instinctively sharpened his ears, eavesdropping on the murmurs from the nearby line.

The first military resource location?

Confronted Housekeeper Roth and forced Taliesin Compton to apologize?

Manager Bernard’s pupils suddenly contracted. Wow! It turns out it’s that troublemaker!

He’s actually coming to the second location today!

Haven’t they finished collecting resources at the second location?

Is the second location withholding their resources?

Manager Bernard’s mind quickly contemplated, devising a strategy in the blink of an eye, and he plastered a slight smile on his face.

”Master Flores, it seems you’ve misunderstood.”

Manager Bernard smiled amidst the bewildered looks of several elegantly dressed men, saying, ”These gentlemen indeed submitted their forms in advance, but our second location’s rule is queuing to collect, first come, first served. So when they mentioned it earlier, I recalled and intended to bring them inside to return their forms, not to let them cut in line to collect resources.”

Everyone widened their eyes; is this how words can be twisted?

It’s obvious you were planning to let them cut in line to collect resources, yet you could blatantly flip it around, making yourself seem so noble and selfless!

The few elegantly dressed men’s heads turned simultaneously to look at Manager Bernard, their gazes peculiar, then turned toward Carson Flores.

They came to cut in line, but none among them were fools.

Manager Bernard clearly had an unspoken agreement with them just moments before, yet suddenly cast them out. Saying there’s no reason behind it would be implausible.

Who is this Carson Flores, that a single word from him can change Manager Bernard’s mind?

Is he avoiding public wrath or wary of offending this Majestic Sect Master?

Majestic Sect, with ”Majestic” in its title, seems to have been elite before?

But elite is just elite, right? Why does a Sect Master with ”Majestic” in the title make Manager Bernard so apprehensive?