The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 289: The More You Tolerate Me, The Harder You Hit Me_1

Chapter 289: Chapter 289: The More You Tolerate Me, The Harder You Hit Me_1

Old friend’s greetings?

Tucker Tyler seemed to understand and asked cautiously, "If the Miller Family is finished, would Mr. Flores be the victor?"

Carson Flores laughed and said, "Even if I grew eight hands, I alone couldn’t handle the Miller Family. But if the Miller Family were defeated, then naturally, I would be a victor too."

Tucker Tyler instantly got it.

If one person can’t handle it, then find some friends.

It’s just like in a fight where you can’t beat the opponent, so you call for backup. Hasn’t it always been like this on the battlefield since ancient times?

If one force can’t beat another force, it allies with other forces to gang up on that particular force. After winning, everyone sits down to divide the spoils of victory!

"I understand now, thank you for the reminder Mr. Flores, I know what to do."

Carson Flores smiled and said nothing more.

His relationship with the Miller Family was do or die, so these words, even if someone from the Miller Family heard them, it wouldn’t matter. However, Tucker Tyler was quite interesting, very genuine, and Carson Flores didn’t mind casually dropping a hint.

Being able to meet again in Seashore, even Carson Flores felt that he and Tucker Tyler were fated.

"Mr. Flores, about this demolition matter..."

Having clarified the personal issue, Tucker Tyler steered the conversation back. Abraham Miller had sent him and Anthony Roth to deal with this matter, so he had to deliver a result to Abraham Miller.

Carson Flores shook his head, gesturing with a nod of his chin towards the distance, "That guy over there, the one at the front, is my colleague. He even treated me to lunch today. I can’t just watch him get beaten up by your people. As for negotiating compensation, I won’t get involved. Do you understand what I’m saying?"

Tucker Tyler committed Augustus Vasquez’s appearance to memory and then turned back with a smile, "Understood! Mr. Flores, rest assured, I’ll take care of it."

Carson Flores laughed and said, "You don’t need to trouble yourself. You can simply report the facts. The Miller Family is currently troubled by me. Last Saturday, Barrett Miller’s daughter, Harper Miller, provoked me. She sent her father’s bodyguards to beat me up, and they ended up in the hospital. They also lost twenty million to me. Now the Millers are troubled by me. Just report my name, and you won’t have to shoulder this alone."

Tucker Tyler’s eyes lit up. "Great, I’ll make a phone call."

Tucker Tyler didn’t step aside but took out his phone and dialed Abraham Miller’s number: "Ms. Miller, it’s me, Tucker, there’s been a change, and I’ll report to you."

"When we got here, the negotiations hadn’t reached a resolution. They are asking for the official compensation price, and the people blocking the road here are very powerful. Brother Chen went to talk to him, and they got into a fight. Brother Chen couldn’t win and got knocked out."

"That person is named Carson Flores, and he’s still here guarding the place."

"Yes!"

"Alright, I’ll handle it immediately."

Tucker Tyler hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief, whispering, "Mr. Flores is truly formidable! As soon as Ms. Miller heard it was you, she told me not to tangle with you and to negotiate with more flexible terms and to secure the contract by tonight no matter what."

Carson Flores laughed and said, "The more she yields to me now, the more she hates me in her heart, and the harder she will come down on me when she makes her move."

Tucker Tyler cautiously asked for instructions, "Shall I go negotiate with them then?"

Carson Flores nodded his approval, "Go ahead."

Tucker Tyler went back again, and this guy indeed had skills. In no time, he reached an agreement with everyone. He had the contracts prepared and went through signing them with each household.

Tucker Tyler instructed the site manager to secure the contracts and carry out the remaining routine tasks, while he himself quickly returned to Carson Flores’ side.

"Mr. Flores, all the contracts have been signed. Everyone else signed at ninety percent of the guideline price. I personally took care of your friend’s contract quietly, at one and a half times the price."

Carson Flores was slightly taken aback. He had pointed out Augustus Vasquez’s identity earlier just to make Tucker Tyler pay attention not to harm his friend but didn’t expect him to secretly give Augustus Vasquez a better deal.

Seemingly worried that Carson Flores might overthink, Tucker Tyler said in a low voice, "Don’t worry, I instructed him quietly. Only he knows about his contract. The payments are all made separately, no one knows his contract is different. Besides, during demolition, it’s common for contracts to vary from person to person."

Carson Flores laughed and asked, "How will you report this excess money?"

Tucker Tyler chuckled softly, "Ms. Miller told me to negotiate as much as possible, with the guideline price as the bottom line. There are over ten households here. If I negotiate one percent down for each house, and give your friend an extra fifty percent, this would still save the company quite a bit. In doing business, the main thing is to get the job done well. There’s no such thing as an unchangeable rule."

Carson Flores nodded, satisfied. This guy truly had the insight and the means. No wonder he had been recommended by a friend and quickly employed by Abraham Miller after a brief trial.

Being recommended showed his connections, but getting the approval of Abraham Miller was a testament to his ability.

Tucker Tyler asked in a low voice, "Mr. Flores, do you have any other instructions? If not, I’ll take Anthony Roth to the hospital. I can’t just leave him lying there indefinitely."

Carson Flores shook his head, ready to leave, but then suddenly remembered something, "Oh, just wanted to gossip a bit – that college classmate of yours, was it just a platonic relationship?"

Tucker Tyler’s eyes showed a hint of smugness, "On the surface, yes. Behind the scenes, we slept together for two years. The kind you call, and she comes running..."