The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Chapter 1807: Chapter 1807: Don’t Get Any Funny Ideas!

Carson Flores entered a persuasive mode and began to talk about matters in the Mortal Realm.

Immortals naturally wouldn’t envy flying several hundred kilometers in an hour, nor fear the fierce Demonic Beasts. After all, their mere aura is enough to subdue all beasts, but she couldn’t help being curious.

How do ordinary people manage it?

Without Spiritual Energy and Spells, how can they command the wind and call the rain?

Carson Flores had dealt with many women before, and it was clear at a glance that Callie Matthews was the kind of young woman with noble status and an arrogant personality but also with a hint of rebelliousness. How could he handle a woman like that?

Stimulate her curiosity!

What Carson sought now was to maintain her curiosity about him, keeping himself by her side.

Because at night, Rhys Fox and others would launch a surprise attack.

If he stayed by Callie Matthews’ side, it might have an unexpected effect.

Clearly, Carson guessed right.

Callie Matthews developed a strong curiosity about the Mortal Realm, and consequently about Carson Flores himself.

In a world where no one can practice cultivation, how did Carson get to the Immortal Domains and become an immortal?

Carson and Callie Matthews chatted like this, and time quickly passed as the sky gradually darkened.

Callie Matthews listened with great interest. Their conversation had moved from grand topics to some minor ones, and as these topics extended, they could chat for days without end.

How Callie Matthews arranged things at night was an important matter, so when Carson talked about a topic Callie was particularly interested in and was halfway through it during a small pause, Carson took the initiative to speak: “Miss Matthews, it’s getting late. If we continue chatting, it might delay your rest…”

Callie Matthews glanced at the already completely dark sky outside and smiled, “Your experiences are rather interesting. Originally, I called you here to hear about the Human Race outside, yet we ended up chatting about some small Lower Realm, and for such a long time.”

Although Callie Matthews still maintained her lofty arrogance, her tone had become much more casual, clearly enjoying her conversations with Carson, which greatly satisfied her curiosity.

She had thought Carson might be boasting, but as the chat continued, she realized Carson was telling the truth.

No matter how capable a person is, they cannot create a world where each topic links to the other and can withstand argument and scrutiny. The knowledge involved is not something one person can manage.

Callie Matthews actually wanted to continue chatting because talking with Carson was quite amusing.

During the conversation process, she would even forget that the other party was a captive taken by the Puddington Tribe and felt like the other party was a friend, engaging in a cheerful conversation.

After hesitating for a moment, Callie Matthews decided to stop chatting for now, as it was too late, and with a man and a woman alone, it was somewhat inconvenient.

Should he go back?

Callie Matthews asked, “What’s your current situation?”

Carson answered honestly: “We were captured by the second son of the Great General of the Puddington Tribe. He went out for work and hasn’t returned to the city yet, so we’re currently detained. Today, the eldest son came for an inspection, then took me away and handed me over to the previous person, bringing me here…”

Hearing this, Callie Matthews suddenly felt it was rather troublesome.

If she let him go back, and tomorrow she wanted someone, wouldn’t she have to find Aden Matthews to bring her people again?

Upon thinking this, Callie Matthews waved her hand and said, “No need to return. You just stay with my Guards. Live in the building next door, and when I want to chat again, I’ll find you.”

Saying this, Callie Matthews didn’t forget to paint a rosy picture for Carson: “Behave well and maybe I can take you away. If I’m in a good mood, letting you free isn’t impossible!”

Live next door!

Carson felt a sense of relaxation. This could be considered living by Callie Matthews’ side, as the two buildings were only a hundred meters or so apart, that’s really close.

“Thank you, Miss Matthews!”

Carson expressed his gratitude with a face full of joy, genuinely heartfelt, but in Callie Matthews’ eyes, Carson was happy with her promise.

“Go on, behave yourself, and don’t have any bad ideas, or I’ll kill you.”

Carson was taken by a guard to the small building next door and casually assigned an empty room.

“You can stay here, don’t wander around, and wait for the lady’s call.”

“Alright.”

Carson obediently agreed, then lay down in the room, both to rest and to contemplate his plans.

There were about twenty guards around Callie Matthews, but most were at the Golden Immortal level, and there was an old man by Callie’s side who hadn’t said a word, clearly a powerful Heavenly Immortal.

That old man wasn’t from the Dragon Clan, probably from another Demon Race attached to the Dragon Clan.

Callie Matthews wasn’t very powerful herself, as she was quite young in age.

During the conversation with Callie Matthews, Carson silently inserted some probing words and managed to gauge Callie’s approximate age and strength.

A True Immortal, just barely coming of age in the Azure Dragon Clan.

If Rhys Fox and others launched a surprise attack and drew everyone’s attention, the success rate of him ambushing Callie Matthews should not be too low, right?

Anyway, give it a try. If he can’t win, he can always run!

The eight Heavenly Immortals with Rhys Fox, even if combined, might not match the entire Puddington Tribe’s power. But if they started a fight in the Puddington Tribe’s territory, would they dare go all out without hesitation?