The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Francisco trailed at the end, his heart aflame with jealousy, his anger even surpassing the thrill of the narrow escape from death.

It was natural to share weal and woe in a crisis, but Killian’s several instances of special care for Carson clearly exceeded normal concern for a comrade. Recalling their previous conversations when they greeted each other, Francisco was almost certain that something had happened between them—their relationship was definitely not as simple as it seemed on the surface!

Thinking of Killian proactively allowing Carson to hold onto her waist, risking their safety to flee with him—these images made Francisco feel as though ants were crawling and biting wildly inside him.

Francisco hung his head, concealing the crazed jealousy in his eyes.

He didn’t dare let Delaney see his gaze.

She was a madwoman!

Definitely not someone he could afford to provoke!

No matter what, it was good to be alive today. Carson was just at the Golden Core Initial Stage; would it not be easy to take care of him later?

And that mirror in his hand, which seemed like the long-lost Water-Fire Mirror from the Water-Fire Sage, was a top-grade magical treasure. If he killed Carson, wouldn’t that mirror belong to him?

The four of them flew up, reaching the peak of the mountain above the valley. Delaney turned her head to look at the wildly contorting towering tree and expressed surprise, ”So it’s a tree demon after all. Underneath the Spirit Rhinoceros Storm, indeed, nothing is too bizarre.”

Delaney’s two strikes had clearly alarmed the tree demon, who asked with a hoarse voice, ”If you take them and go, we each go our separate ways, how about it?”

Delaney replied coldly, ”Now that I’m here, you still think of escaping? I just so happen to need a Thousand-Year Wood Core for my artifact refining. You’ll do just fine to make up the number!”