The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 142: Since I’m Doomed Anyway, I’ll Vent My Anger First_1

Chapter 142: Chapter 142: Since I’m Doomed Anyway, I’ll Vent My Anger First_1

Tucker Tyler’s scream was filled with fright and despair.

He didn’t know what his fate would be today, but he was very clear that if he didn’t stop this immediately, he would be thoroughly dead.

Tucker Tyler’s scream was loud, echoing through the entire room.

It stunned everyone in the room.

The young, fat man turned his head, looking displeased, "What are you doing? You’re almost making me deaf... recognize him?"

Tucker Tyler paid him no heed, his eyes fixed on Carson Flores, his mind filled with terror.

"Mr. Flores."

Tucker Tyler lowered his head respectfully, his voice filled with reverence.

He didn’t offer any unnecessary explanation, after all, the facts were laid out before him, and no explanation could change anything.

Jax Gross and others were shocked as they saw Tucker Tyler bowing his head, then turned to look at Carson Flores in unison.

Is Carson that influential?

In the company, he handles big clients with ease, promotion comes to him as easily as drinking water, but who would have thought that he could be so formidable outside the company?

With so many under this bespectacled man’s command, all daring enough to wield knives, yet one look at Carson Flores made him lose his soul.

Is Carson that fierce?

Could it be that Carson is the son of some gangster boss, merely occupying a position in the company to pass time and buff his resume?

Everyone’s thoughts began to spiral wildly.

Among those brought by Tucker Tyler, many suddenly recognized Carson Flores.

Wasn’t this the tough guy who went to a meeting alone, blocked by dozens of people in the corridor, yet still took the initiative to strike?

He’s been in the office for just a few minutes, and the boss has already been replaced.

Amos Bernard, Iron Fist, and Evil Ghost—all dead.

Damn, running into him!

Isn’t this like digging the ground above the King of Hell’s head—are you tired of living?

Carson Flores asked indifferently, "What’s going on?"

Tucker Tyler replied hastily, "Today, I was having a meal with Danny Browning hoping to get a contract from him. After eating, we all came to sing, then his three guys got beaten up, so I followed them to have a look. I had no idea Mr. Flores was here. Otherwise, I wouldn’t dare to disturb you."

Danny Browning?

Seems like another rich kid.

Carson Flores didn’t even glance at the fat man, and said indifferently, "I’ll give you a chance to rectify your mistake."

A light immediately shone in Tucker Tyler’s eyes, and he bowed even deeper, "Please give your instructions, Mr. Flores."

Carson Flores nodded his chin at the young fat man, "This guy is quite arrogant, and I find him somewhat displeasing. You help me beat him up, there’s no need to kill him, just breaking an arm or a leg will do."

Tucker Tyler’s face went pale immediately.

It’s over indeed!

Carson Flores definitely can’t be messed with—didn’t you see how easily he killed Dragon and his men? And Brian James and his son, didn’t they also die?

Brian James and his son’s death was claimed by the James Family to be due to falling off a cliff, but Tucker Tyler did not believe a word of it.

Definitely killed by Carson Flores!

For a person like Brian James, Carson Flores killed him without even a moment’s hesitation, truly "vengeance will not wait till next day."

It was said that Brian James’s son joined the Sect of Cultivators and was quite formidable, yet it was all useless; he was still cleanly wiped out by Carson Flores.

Carson Flores is fierce, but this fat man next to him can’t be provoked either.

He’s the only son of the Browning Family Head, Mr. Browning, and he is doted upon. If I were to break Danny Browning’s arms and legs, wouldn’t I be doomed?

In front of the massive Browning Family, I am less than a shrimp. It took all I had to secure today’s meal, hoping to get this contract from Danny Browning, who knew I’d run into Carson Flores, this harbinger of death!

To accept?

Or to refuse?

It seems either way leads to a dead end!

Danny Browning spoke, his voice full of undisguised mockery, "Haha, you must be somewhat capable to scare Tucker Tyler like this, but you’ve made a miscalculation. He’s not even worth a dog to my Browning Family, do you think he dares to hit me? If he touches a finger of mine, he’s a dead man! Haha, what a huge joke."

Carson Flores coolly returned two words, "Is that so?"

The two light words from Carson Flores, falling into Tucker Tyler’s ears, were like two thunderous booms.

He was a smart man, so he understood the reason behind Carson Flores’s action.

This was a deliberate test for him!

If he refused right now, he might not be able to leave this room today!

Danny Browning’s words were like a needle, piercing directly into his heart.

Am I considered less valuable than a dog of the Browning Family?

A huge wave of rage surged within Tucker Tyler. Suddenly, he stood up, snatched an iron club from one of his underlings, and smashed it onto Danny Browning with all his might.

If death was inevitable, he would let out his anger before he died!

You fat bastard, taking advantage of your family background, ordering me around, do you really think I’m a dog raised by your Browning Family?!

I’ll kill you, damn it!

Danny Browning was still laughing, never expecting Tucker Tyler to dare to hit him, but the next second, he was sent sprawling to the ground by the immense force of the iron club.

With bloodshot eyes, Tucker Tyler shouted, "Attack, beat him hard! Break his arms and legs!"

Tucker Tyler’s men turned and surrounded Danny Browning. Browning struggled to sit up from the ground and cursed furiously, "Tucker Tyler, you’ve got some nerve, even daring to hit me. You’re a dead man!"

Danny Browning’s ferocious gaze swept over Rebecca Ward and Raelynn Howell, eventually settling on Carson Flores, "You, you and you—all of you, don’t even think of escaping!"