The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Strike first and worry about it later; heaven wasn’t going to fall!

He might as well go to the Front Mountain Market.

Just as Carson Flores was about to set out, he sensed something and turned his head to look toward the distant mountains, at the house on the edge of the cliff—Delaney Hunter’s residence.

There seemed to be a woman standing at the edge of the cliff, staring in his direction.

When Carson Flores looked over, the woman floated away from the edge of the cliff and entered the house.

Qingling?

Or perhaps, Peak Master Delaney Hunter?

She must have witnessed the fight between him and Duke Reid, and Gregory Pearson. Did she have any thoughts about it?

Never mind, it didn’t matter. They were the ones who bullied their way to his doorstep; he certainly couldn’t just grovel and yield.

Time to check out the market.

Meanwhile, in the little house above the cliff, Peak Master Delaney Hunter walked back into her courtyard and lay down leisurely on a recliner by the stone table, her posture lazy but teasingly seductive.

She played with a basket on the stone table filled with various snacks and soon pulled out a pickled chicken foot. Casually rolling up her sleeve, her fair and slender hand grabbed the chicken foot and started nibbling at it.

Qingling chuckled, ”It seems someone is giving him trouble, should we intervene?”

Delaney Hunter laughed lightly, ”Even if he’s not so committed to cultivation, he’s genuinely at the Golden Core Realm. How could those people bully him? Besides, I noticed when he parried the Flying Sword just now, it was smooth and elegant. It’s quite interesting.”

Qingling playfully teased, ”One sword in hand, a ruler of three feet’s space, isn’t that your signature move, Sister Delaney? Are you thinking of taking on a disciple?”

Delaney Hunter, with no regard for appearance, spit out a chunk of chicken bone and replied, ”He’s nominally Wilson Weiss’s disciple. Wilson Weiss is my master’s peer. I really can’t take him on as a disciple...”