The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Carson Flores couldn’t help but glance at Garlan Parrish, secretly sighing in his heart. These old guys are all so crafty!

Garlan Parrish’s words were impeccable yet ambiguous, interpretable in any way, cleanly shirking responsibility.

Carson could count as my disciple of the Illusory Snake Sect, but then again, he hasn’t officially joined, just in an observation period. So, if you really want to cause him trouble, go ahead. I can’t afford to offend the Barbarian King; at worst, I won’t have this disciple anymore.

As long as you can ignore his identity as a Battle Hall disciple of the Myriad Immortals Palace, then go ahead, no need to ask for my opinion.

I have no objection!

Everyone’s gaze once again focused on the old servant’s face, watching how he would react.

The white-haired elder looked at the token Carson had thrown, his gaze showed slight hesitation.

Myriad Immortals Palace!

In the entire Ten Thousand Immortals Domain, who dares provoke the Myriad Immortals Palace?

Even the Barbarian King, being a Quasi-Saint, can’t afford to provoke the Hall Master.

Myriad Immortals Palace disciple, the Barbarian King’s own grandson...

The white-haired elder steeled his heart, even if you’re a Battle Hall disciple from the Myriad Immortals Palace, can you compare to the Barbarian King’s own grandson?

If I don’t take you back, what if you escape, what should I do?

The mistress is deeply fond of this son; now that the child is dead, who knows how she will go mad?

Get this boy back first, and as for the Saint Heir of the Illusory Snake Sect, the Sect is right there, he can’t escape, we can deal with that later!

The white-haired elder said in a deep voice, ”Even my old master treats the Hall Master with respect. His extremely valued grandson, the future of the Barbarian Tribe, cannot be compared by a mere Battle Hall disciple like you. You alone can’t even represent the Battle Hall, let alone Myriad Immortals Palace!”

Carson Flores shrugged, laughing, ”If you insist on saying that and are determined to do so, that’s fine... Sect Master Parrish, I won’t join your Illusory Snake Sect. Just pretend you never saw me.”

Garlan Parrish knew Carson said this to deliberately distance himself from the Illusory Snake Sect so as not to implicate them. For a moment, his feelings were mixed, feeling like he’d lived for thousands of years yet wasn’t as wise as a young man.

”Alright!”

Sighing aside, Garlan Parrish readily agreed, after all, he knew that the person in front of him was just an incarnation; dying would not mean much loss to Carson Flores.

The white-haired elder glanced at Garlan Parrish, his eyes icy, but he didn’t direct any words specifically at him.

The Illusory Snake Sect, being the oldest sect in the Southern Wilderness, albeit weak, Garlan Parrish was still not someone easily provoked. He could openly bully Carson Flores because he had the strength to do so, but to casually humiliate Garlan Parrish, being just a servant himself, wasn’t enough!

Having taken Carson to report, as for the Illusory Snake Sect, let the master and mistress decide.

”Are you sealing off your Sea of Consciousness and coming with me, or shall I disable you and take you away?”

Carson Flores appeared calm, even smiling slightly, ”After all that’s said, I still don’t know the unlucky name of your little master. At least tell me.”

The white-haired elder remained silent, but someone beside him answered, ”His name was Oberyn Duncan, the child of the second son of His Majesty.”

Carson slowly nodded, his gaze landing on the white-haired elder’s face, ”I don’t know what the future holds; perhaps nothing will happen, or perhaps something unimaginable will occur. But I think your decision will ultimately change something...”

Carson raised his chin, his gaze becoming sharp, filled with challenge, ”So now, I wish you good luck.”

After saying that, Carson swiftly raised his hand, launching a fierce strike.

As everyone recoiled in shock, thinking Carson was desperately resisting and trying to flee, his hand suddenly smacked his own forehead.

”Bang!”

In the horrified gazes of everyone, Carson’s body abruptly exploded, instantly turning into a mass of Blood Mist, the metallic scent of blood filling the room.

Everyone’s eyes twitched, horror filling their gaze.

He actually committed suicide?

The next second, someone shouted, ”This isn’t the True Self, this is the Incarnation!”

Everyone immediately snapped back to reality; yes, didn’t Carson have the Doppelganger Divine Ability?

We’ve been deceived!