The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Drinking wine with nothing else to do, Carson Flores began to speak.

In detail, this matter originally stemmed from the Master of Path’s mistake. Snow Zane wanting to kill him was reasonable. Although the means were intense, from Snow Zane’s perspective, there wasn’t much wrong.

Ultimately, it was just to force out the Master of Path and gamble one’s life.

Since Nerisse Blaine wanted to know, then might as well tell her.

Nerisse Blaine listened to the backstory, and her gaze towards Carson Flores was quite complex.

"You really know how to offend people. First, you followed Snow Zane on a bloody path in the West Prison, then you offended the Southern Wilderness King. You’ve even offended the Eastern Radiance Skyreach Sect, and most importantly, you’re still alive and well..."

Carson Flores laughed: "I’m not from the Ten Thousand Immortals Domain, a rootless duckweed drifting here and there. Though the Myriad Immortals Palace is quite formidable, catching me isn’t easy, especially since I’m just an insignificant pawn. The Myriad Immortals Palace wouldn’t go to great lengths to catch me, it wouldn’t be worth it, right?"

Nerisse Blaine chuckled lightly: "No matter who it is, being able to offend so many people and still live merrily is a skill in itself."

Carson Flores raised his glass for a toast with Nerisse Blaine: "Thanks for the compliment."

Nerisse Blaine sipped her wine, perhaps a bit tipsy, a subtle blush crossed her beautiful face, making her exceptionally alluring.

"So, you’re planning to leave the Ten Thousand Immortals Domain?"

Carson Flores nodded: "Yes, the Immortal Demon War in the Crimson Immortal Domain might soon begin; I’m going over to take a look."

Nerisse Blaine curiously asked: "Is what you said about Norric Shepherd true?"

Carson Flores laughed: "Of course it’s true. Just can’t get along in the Ten Thousand Immortals Domain anymore, so I’m looking for a change of scenery and hoping to latch onto something solid, right?"

Nerisse Blaine fixed a serious gaze on Carson Flores and asked earnestly: "Since you have connections with Norric Shepherd, you could totally utilize them to clear your fugitive status. Though the Hall Master holds a high status, Norric Shepherd’s position is even higher. What you did was nothing too serious, the Hall Master should probably give Norric Shepherd some face..."

Carson Flores chuckled: "Favors from big people should be avoided if possible, hard to repay. Besides, they merely express some level of appreciation, not necessarily willing to expend favor saving me. People need to rely on themselves."

Nerisse Blaine smiled radiantly: "That’s good."

After a pause, Nerisse Blaine shifted the topic to the Immortal Demon War, where Carson Flores also knew little and shared everything he did know.

Nerisse Blaine asked: "Are you planning to make a name for yourself on the battlefield?"

Carson Flores shook his head: "No such intention, just looking for opportunities to enhance my strength."

Nerisse Blaine remained silent for a few seconds before suddenly speaking: "If the Immortal Demon War starts again, I will definitely head to the Crimson Immortal Domain and join."

Carson Flores laughed: "Alright, if there’s a battle, we’ll meet in the Crimson Immortal Domain."

"It’s settled then!"

Nerisse Blaine shook the wine in her glass playfully: "You’ve brought Zorvyn Harrison out, why not let him join us; we’re here eating and drinking while he’s stuck inside the magical treasure, it’s not fair."

Carson Flores thought for a moment, realizing she made a point, and promptly released Zorvyn Harrison from the Ethereal Pagoda.

Zorvyn Harrison looked tense, his eyes filled with worry, but upon seeing Carson Flores and Nerisse Blaine drinking on an isolated island, he suddenly relaxed.

"Young Master Flores, have we escaped?"

Carson Flores set a table for Zorvyn Harrison and poured him a cup of wine, laughing: "Yes, we’ve returned to the North Sea. Come, have something to eat and drink, celebrate regaining your freedom."

Zorvyn Harrison bit his lip, tears welled up in his eyes.

Finally, free!

As he looked at the fine wine and food before him, the island dining table, the sea breeze on his face, and the endless ocean view, everything emanated freedom.

"Thank you, if it weren’t for you, I might never regain my freedom in this lifetime..."

Nerisse Blaine couldn’t help but ask: "Zorvyn, Carson—oh, I mean Kaelen Flores—said your identity was special, other flower maidens could exchange points for freedom, but you couldn’t. What’s the reason?"

Carson Flores couldn’t help but glance at Nerisse Blaine, amused. Oh, Nerisse, you really are so nosy!

Your curiosity is more than a little pronounced!

Your goddess image is crumbling!

Carson Flores turned back to the hesitant Zorvyn Harrison with a gentle tone: "If you’re comfortable, share; if not, don’t worry about it, no need to force yourself."

Zorvyn Harrison looked at Nerisse Blaine, then Carson Flores, finally deciding.

"Actually, my name isn’t Zorvyn Harrison..."

Zorvyn Harrison reached for a necklace under his collar and pulled it off with force.

His face instantly turned misty; as the effect disappeared, the ordinary face was gone, replaced by a face of stunning beauty.

Nerisse Blaine stood up all of a sudden, her eyes widened in shock: "Nereida Nash?"