The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 298: The Miller Family Is Still So Ruthless_1

Chapter 298: Chapter 298: The Miller Family Is Still So Ruthless_1

"Ladies and gentlemen: The plane has landed at Seashore International Airport, where the temperature outside is 31 degrees Celsius..."

Beckham Miller stood up, gathered his luggage, and walked out of the plane under the watchful, smiling gaze of the flight attendant.

Dragging his suitcase behind him, Beckham Miller strolled leisurely out of the airport.

Standing at the airport entrance, Beckham Miller lit a cigarette, made a call to the driver who was there to pick him up, and then squinted his eyes to survey everything in front of him.

He was back!

Despite living a life of utmost luxury abroad these years, it still wasn’t his home country, and it somehow felt uncomfortable.

Thanks to that kid named Carson Flores; if it hadn’t been for him, he probably wouldn’t have had the chance to return, especially considering the guy he had crippled before was the son of an important figure in the family with a bright future that he had completely ruined.

A black Mercedes smoothly pulled up, and a man in his thirties hopped out to open the car door, eagerly ran over, and helped Beckham place his suitcase carefully inside.

"Mr. Miller, hello, my name is Dior Butler; you can just call me Dior."

The two got into the car, and as Dior started driving, he asked tentatively, "The Family Head has booked a hotel for you, shall I take you there directly now?"

"Fine," Beckham Miller replied, curling his lip. "They don’t even let me enter the house, the Miller Family is still as heartless as ever. How boring."

Dior didn’t dare to respond; he could only offer an awkward smile and then focused on driving.

As Beckham Miller smoked, he gazed at the high-rise buildings outside and couldn’t help but feel nostalgic, "The city has changed so much, it wasn’t this developed when I left..."

The car left the airport, heading towards the hotel.

While Beckham Miller was lost in his past memories, a car behind them suddenly sped up and seemed unable to brake in time, crashing into the rear of their vehicle.

Beckham Miller’s body jolted forward; he steadied himself by placing his hands on the front seat and turned his head to glance back with a slight frown.

Dior stopped the car and apologized, "Mr. Miller, please wait a moment; I’ll go check it out."

A young man got out of the other car, cursing loudly, "There are no cars on the road, and you drive this slow, dammit, pay up!"

Dior scoffed, "It’s your full responsibility for a rear-end collision; haven’t you learned the traffic rules?"

"Fuck you!"

The young man grabbed Dior by the collar, dragged him over to his own car, and pointing to his deformed front bumper demanded, "Tell me, how much will you pay?"

Dior was taken aback by the young man’s arrogant attitude. He worked for the Miller Family and had always been the one acting arrogantly in front of others; never had he been extorted in such a vile manner.

"Are you tired of living, trying to extort me?"

Dior snickered, reaching out to grab the young man, planning to teach him a lesson. Though not very strong, he was at least a Cultivator with developed Inner Qi, capable of easily handling an ordinary strong man on his own.

"You dare to hit me without paying?"

The young man sneered, blocking Dior’s hand and then delivering a slap directly to Dior’s face.

Dior felt as if his face had been struck by a hammer, stars bursting before his eyes. He stumbled, and if the young man hadn’t been pulling on his wrist, he might have fallen to the ground in a heap.

Beckham Miller, watching this, frowned, pushed open the car door, and stepped out.

Although he didn’t want to bother with such a trifling matter, he couldn’t just sit by while his driver was being attacked.

He didn’t plan to argue with the other party. Back abroad, he was someone who killed at the drop of a hat. After all these years, he had killed no fewer than a hundred people. Now in Seashore, to be extorted while being associated with the Miller Family was a laughing stock.

"Let go!"

Beckham Miller said in a low voice, a palm strike hitting the young man in the back.

Caught off guard, the young man was slapped straight onto the hood of the car, screaming in pain.

Beckham Miller sneered, pulled Alijah Butler up, and was about to speak when the car door opened, and a woman from the passenger seat ran out, shouting in panic, "Honey, what happened to you?"

The young woman glanced at the man and then turned to glare at Beckham Miller, "How dare you hit my husband..."

As the young woman lunged towards Beckham Miller with a ferocious clawing gesture, he sneered inwardly. She was quite pretty but obviously a shrew!

Just as Beckham Miller was about to raise his hand and give the young woman a slap to teach her a lesson, her movements suddenly changed, her punch striking out like a butterfly flitting through flowers, slamming suddenly and unexpectedly towards Beckham Miller.

Cunning!

Ferocious!

Beckham Miller’s eyelids twitched, and his battle instincts made him sidestep instinctively while he brought his arm up to block in front of his face.

"Bang!"

The young woman’s fist slammed against his arm, the force of the blow fierce and domineering, sending his body flying backward to crash heavily against the car, his arm throbbing as if broken, his entire body feeling like it was about to split open.

Grandmaster!

This young woman was actually a Grandmaster!

As this realization flashed through Beckham Miller’s mind, the young man he had slapped onto the car hood was now closing in like a ghost, then brutally punching Beckham Miller in the chest.