The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 297: They Actually Came to Us Themselves?_1

Chapter 297: Chapter 297: They Actually Came to Us Themselves?_1

"You’re going?"

Shiloh Fitzgerald’s eyes lit up, "This Beckham Miller isn’t so easy to deal with."

Carson Flores laughed lightly, "Well, someone has to make a move, right? I think, when it comes to dealing with the Millers, you’re all willing to put in the effort, but when it comes to dealing with a ghost-like Grandmaster assassin, you might not be so willing."

The expressions on Taylor Johnston, Castiel Martinez, and Shiloh Fitzgerald’s faces showed a hint of embarrassment, because what Carson had said was true.

To deal with the Millers, forming an alliance from all sides was a slam dunk—crush the decayed and pull the withered. As long as the plan was meticulous and foolproof, even if something unexpected happened, who could run? Didn’t the Millers have people who were of concern to everyone? With such bonds, it could ensure that the other side wouldn’t act rashly and chaos could be averted, leading to a final solution, couldn’t it?

However, in facing Knox Miller, without a clear chance to kill him in one battle, no one would be willing to stick their neck out, especially since this guy was a ruthless assassin devoid of feelings.

He could commit heinous acts like raping a sister-in-law or crippling a family member—clearly, he wouldn’t care about what happened within the family. Once you made a move and failed to kill him, it would definitely provoke a brutal and insane retaliation.

If Carson was willing to be the first to act, that was naturally for the best.

Shiloh Fitzgerald forced a laugh and said, "Us folks, with our large families and businesses, have too much to worry about. We’re not as carefree as you, Carson. If you can take down Beckham Miller first, you can have a larger share, and the Fitzgeralds won’t object."

Castiel Martinez nodded, "The Martinez Family has no objections."

Taylor Johnston smiled, "My old life was saved by Carson, so I naturally have even less to object to."

Carson said decisively, "Let’s all discuss the specifics then. If I take down Beckham Miller, we’ll proceed with the plan. If I don’t, we’ll postpone and wait for a chance, okay?"

"Okay!"

Carson had resolved the issue everyone was most worried about, so the rest naturally wasn’t a problem.

The Fitzgerald Family disclosed the estimates of the combat capabilities of all the Cultivators from the Miller Family, and the four families would then gather sufficient forces based on these estimates for allocation.

"Mid-autumn festival, it is. According to the Miller’s traditions, they hold a grand banquet at the ancestral home every mid-autumn festival, gathering all Cultivators and important individuals. If we strike then, we can ensnare all the Millers’ Cultivators in one fell swoop."

"Agreed, let’s tentatively set it for the mid-autumn festival. Everyone prepare your forces, we can gather under the guise of the festival, then strike with a thunderous blow."

"Good!"

After settling the matter of taking action, they discussed the issue of profit sharing.

Since the Grandmaster-level combat power provided by all sides was balanced, the families agreed to an even split—25% per person. But, as Carson would be taking care of the major problem, Beckham Miller, he could take an additional 10%, claiming 35% of the Miller Family’s divisible assets.

Aside from the Johnston Family, who were just adding icing to the cake, the Fitzgeralds’ main aim was to annihilate the Millers and settle generations of grudges; the Martinez Family wanted to eliminate competitors to dominate their business deals; and Carson was seeking the truth about his origins, to avenge his father, while incidentally helping Shirley Miller get her revenge too.

Since everyone had their own motives, there wasn’t much quibbling over the profit distribution. Overall fairness was sufficient.

After concluding their meeting, everyone relaxed. Carson also received the information sent by Shiloh Fitzgerald.

After reviewing it once, Carson forwarded it directly to Bat.

Carson: "Help me track this person’s whereabouts, and it would be best if you can pinpoint his current location."

Bat: "OK!"

After enjoying a good meal, everyone headed to their own homes. In the interest of secrecy, they all traveled in ordinary cars with regular plates, instead of their usual luxury vehicles.

As soon as Carson returned to the hotel, he received a message from Bat.

Bat: "Boss, guess what I found out?"

Carson felt a surge of anticipation as soon as he read it. This sounded like good news.

Carson: "What good news do you have? Let’s hear it."

Bat: "I can only find his information from some years ago. Since he went abroad, there has been no news of him, which suggests he might be using a fake identity overseas. However, while checking his travel records through the airline system, I unexpectedly discovered that he booked a flight back to Seashore for tonight."

Carson sat up straight in his chair immediately.

Coming back to Seashore?

Doesn’t this mean he should prepare a big welcome gift for him?

The three Millers’ Grandmasters had tried to deal with him before and returned empty-handed. Trying again was unlikely, since he wouldn’t give them the same opportunity. So had they summoned Beckham Miller to secretly take him out?

Peter Miller and others were formidable in a fight, but as killers, they were obviously no match for the professional assassin Beckham Miller.

Earlier today, they had just been discussing Beckham Miller and wondering where to find him, and now he was coming back himself!

At this moment, Beckham Miller hadn’t returned yet. Regardless of whether he had received orders to kill him, he surely wouldn’t be ready, and moreover, he definitely wouldn’t expect that he would know about his return, leaving him completely unguarded.

A Grandmaster against a Grandmaster in an assassination—catching the unsuspecting with a calculated first blow was crucial. Whoever managed to land a fierce initial strike and severely wound the other could then easily follow through with finishing blows.

Carson: "What time?"

Bat: "Flight UK8372, lands at 1:25 AM."