The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 184 He Can’t Teach a Disciple Like You_1

Chapter 184: Chapter 184 He Can’t Teach a Disciple Like You_1

Oscar Miller’s face changed.

Gang Qi Protection!

How could this be possible?

Carson Flores was just over twenty, how could he have cultivated Gang Qi Protection?

In the entire Miller Family, only three elders had cultivated Gang Qi; how did Carson Flores achieve this?

Oscar Miller was starting to panic.

To cultivate Gang Qi at such a young age, there were only two possibilities—one was unparalleled talent, and the other was an unparalleled Cultivation Technique. More likely, it was a combination of both.

Yet now, he had provoked Carson Flores, and theirs was a feud unto death!

Wesley Roth’s body flew out, crashing into a pillar in the villa hall that was tiled with marble, shattering it instantly.

Carson Flores glanced toward Oscar Miller. Miller’s face turned two shades paler, and he stepped back twice.

Seeing this, Wesley Roth became incredibly anxious and lunged at Carson Flores again while shouting, "Young Master, you go first!"

Oscar Miller wasn’t foolish, and he reacted swiftly. At the sound, he shot forward, aiming for the sedan parked in the villa courtyard.

Carson Flores’s expression changed, and he charged directly toward Wesley Roth.

To intercept Oscar Miller, he first had to take down Wesley Roth. Otherwise, with Wesley holding Samantha Tate, he wouldn’t dare to act adversely and risk Samantha’s safety.

But Wesley Roth was fearless, coming at him like a mad demon, attacking with all his might. Each punch was thrown with full force, and their power was astonishing.

Even though Carson Flores was stronger than Wesley Roth, now that Wesley’s goal had shifted from killing Flores to holding him back, especially with Samantha Tate nearby, Carson couldn’t possibly defeat Wesley Roth in a very short time.

"Buzz!"

In that moment of delay, Oscar Miller had already jumped into the car. Starting it, he floored the accelerator, and the car, like a wounded beast, roared away.

Although Carson Flores really wanted to capture Oscar Miller, he was helpless at the moment.

Giving up the chase after Oscar Miller, Carson Flores concentrated his mind and launched a full assault.

With Oscar Miller escaped, he absolutely could not let Wesley Roth get away as well.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

In a blink of an eye, Carson Flores’s fists continuously landed on Wesley Roth’s body.

Wesley Roth’s clothes burst, and he spat out blood with each punch. After a series of two punches and a palm strike, Wesley Roth staggered backward, his mouth bleeding profusely, nearly unable to stand, devoid of the power to fight again.

Carson Flores glared at Wesley Roth, coldly saying, "You are indeed a good dog. These days, there are not many willing to sacrifice their lives to save others."

With Oscar Miller gone, Wesley Roth heaved a sigh of relief. He glanced down at his chest, which had taken a punch, revealing at least two broken ribs, his expression inexplicable.

Despair, regret, remorse.

"Although I do not carry the Miller surname, I’ve been with the Miller Family for over forty years and have long considered myself a part of it. Oscar is someone I’ve watched grow up; I regard him as my junior. Everything today is a result of my arrogance. Since it was I who caused this error, it is naturally I who should rectify it."

Wesley Roth raised his hand, wiping the blood from his mouth: "Who is your master?"

Carson Flores serenely replied, "Andrew."

Wesley Roth looked enlightened, but a hint of confusion surfaced: "Andrew is indeed very powerful, but it seems unlikely he could teach such an outstanding disciple..."

Carson Flores smiled but didn’t elaborate on the topic. Instead, he changed the subject: "Since you’ve been with the Miller Family for over forty years, and now you have the heavy responsibility of protecting the heir, it shows how much the Millers value you. So let me ask you, do you know about the secret meeting that happened twenty-seven years ago between the Miller Family and a few other powers at Jiuhua Mountain?"

Wesley Roth’s complexion shifted subtly, his gaze fixed intently on Carson Flores: "Who are you, and why inquire about this matter?"

Carson Flores responded calmly, "Just curious."

Wesley Roth sneered, "Curious? While the matter isn’t top secret, not many know about it, and those who do would not bring it up. Yet you..."

Wesley Roth’s words suddenly halted. His eyes rested on Carson Flores’s face, his gaze becoming more and more horrified, until at last, his entire face revealed shock and a realization.

"Twenty-seven years, you’re twenty-seven years old, your face... you... you are Westin Flores’s son!"

Carson Flores narrowed his eyes slightly, "It seems you’re quite familiar with him."

Samantha Tate’s eyes widened in shock, her hand covering her mouth, her face a picture of disbelief.

She knew that Carson Flores was an abandoned orphan, raised by his master... Did Carson know of his own origins now?

Was the Westin Flores mentioned by Wesley Roth Carson Flores’s father?

Panic was evident in Wesley Roth’s eyes as he suddenly turned and ran outside, his speed revealing his utter confusion.

Carson Flores could not let Wesley Roth escape. With a tap of his toe, he shot through the air like the wind, instantly appearing behind Wesley Roth, his palm striking Wesley’s back.

Wesley Roth abruptly stopped in his tracks and turned around, puffing out his chest.

"Bang!"

Carson Flores’s palm struck directly at the broken bones in Wesley Roth’s chest. With the forceful blow, the broken bones pierced straight into Wesley Roth’s heart.

Wesley Roth fell to the ground, blood pouring from his mouth, his gaze maniacal as he stared at Carson Flores: "You’ll never find him, you’ll never be able to find him in this lifetime..."