The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Carson Flores didn’t realize the high praise Halvyr Briggs and Lorvian Randall had for him behind his back; he was happily drifting with the breeze.

In a secluded valley, Carson landed in front of a waterfall and summoned the Ethereal Pagoda, releasing Cassiane Sinclair, who had been hiding inside for a long time.

Cassiane looked around: ”Where is this?”

Carson took out the Hidden God White Jade Stem and waved it in front of Cassiane: ”Got it!”

Cassiane’s eyes lit up: ”Hidden God White Jade Stem?”

Carson nodded, smiling: ”Not only did I get the Hidden God White Jade Stem, but also the Heavenly Secret Profound Divine Water and quite a few Clam Pearls. We’ve gained a lot this trip.”

Cassiane’s eyes shimmered as she looked at Carson, her tone full of genuine admiration: ”You’re really amazing!”

When Carson met Cassiane, he hadn’t yet reached the Great Land Profound Immortal Peak. In just a few years, Carson had directly soared to the Great Land Immortal.

Despite having just a little strength, he could hop around in front of many top-level bigwigs or elite forces, reaping rich rewards, repeatedly making the other side eat crow, and then retreating unscathed.

Is this something an ordinary Cultivator could accomplish?

Carson was slightly overwhelmed by Cassiane’s expressive eyes, especially filled with admiration.

It’s like being in college, with the unanimously recognized campus beauty among tens of thousands of students, joining you day in and day out, looking at you with adoring eyes—how could you stand that?

Not to mention, Cassiane was on a level far beyond a mere campus beauty; being one of the Three Great Goddesses revered by all male Cultivators of North Sea, her allure was easily tenfold, a hundredfold that of a campus beauty.

Even with his steadfast spirit, Carson couldn’t quite withstand those expressive eyes, so he averted his gaze, dividing the Hidden God White Jade Stem in two and handing over half.

”Let’s each take half and refine it to absorb it; then the special fluctuations of the Primordial Profound Water Technique will no longer be detectable by others. You won’t have to worry about the Abyssal Sect tracking you anymore; the world is vast, you can go anywhere, you are free.”

Cassiane bit her lip gently, looking at the Hidden God White Jade Stem in front of her, and said softly: ”You went through so much trouble to get this, and you’re just giving it to me like that?”

Carson laughed nonchalantly: ”We’re friends, aren’t we? I also took your Primordial Profound Water Technique before, and you were pretty straightforward about it. Besides, this was acquired with two in mind; it was always planned for you.”

Cassiane gave Carson a subtle look.

That look, full of springtime charm.

This man is really straightforward, having no intentions toward her from the start!

It’s not that Cassiane expected him to do anything, but from a young age, she’d been coveted by countless men. Had she not practiced the Primordial Profound Water Technique, she might have been taken as a Pathist couple by now.

After practicing the Primordial Profound Water Technique, she gained an esteemed status within the sect, and no one dared to bother her anymore while the sect protected her well—though retrospectively, that protection wasn’t genuinely for her but because of the Ancestor of Abyssal Sect.

She had already been claimed by the Ancestor of Abyssal Sect!

Who would dare touch or snatch the woman favored by the Ancestor?

She had grown accustomed to those fervent, undisguised, surreptitiously greedy gazes. If someone else helped her this much, they would probably expect certain rewards.

Carson, however, hadn’t.

Carson never asked for anything, and his interactions with her were always straightforward.

Oh, and Lorvian Randall, too.

No wonder these two could become close friends, like gentlemen.

In her view, Carson suddenly looked a bit uneasy, quickly turning his eyes away, coughing lightly: ”The sooner we eliminate this fluctuation, the better. Let’s enter the Ethereal Pagoda, absorb it first, so we won’t be confined within the pagoda anymore...”

Cassiane came back to herself, smiling slightly, her smile like a breeze in spring, making others feel comfortable.

Ha, so I’m not without charm after all; he’s flustered too.

Cassiane’s mood suddenly became cheerful, her voice softening with her good mood: ”Alright, as you say.”

Carson avoided looking at Cassiane, muttering assent: ”Let’s go in.”

See?

In front of Carson, Cassiane never hid her true self. Those little glances, that voice—what man could resist?

Before, Cassiane hid her true appearance, and her attitude and speech always maintained a distance. While still attractive, Carson could suppress his instinctive urges, neither crossing lines nor speaking ambiguously, interacting as normal friends would.

Now, Cassiane had spent several years on the island and grown familiar with him. She voluntarily abandoned any boundaries, her tone and speech making one inevitably overthink.

Does she like me?

Otherwise, why would she look at me like that, why would she speak to me in that tone?

Would an ordinary male-female friendship be like this?

Where’s the sense of boundaries?

Carson is only human, naturally unable to transcend human frailty; facing Cassiane’s lovely visage and her gentle yet adoring glances, the walls he built so firmly began to show cracks...