The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard
Chapter 332 Roll Over Here, Or I’ll Tear Down Erhe Tang_1

Chapter 332: Chapter 332 Roll Over Here, Or I’ll Tear Down Erhe Tang_1

"I know, I know, someone from your side already told me last time."

Carson Flores idly played with a leaf he had plucked while descending from above, lazily replying, "It seems you’re not interested in answering my question?"

Stanley Hartman said coldly, "If you have any questions, you can ask our Hall Master!"

Carson Flores nodded slightly, speaking indifferently, "Since you’re in charge here and yet unwilling to make decisions or communicate, your life has no meaning."

Stanley Hartman’s face changed, and he said sharply, "If you kill me, the Hall Master won’t let you go, the Harrison Family won’t let you go either..."

With a raise of his hand, Carson Flores sent a leaf cutting into the heart just below the ribs as if it were a blade.

Stanley Hartman’s voice abruptly stopped as he looked down in shock and desperation.

A leaf!

He had naturally seen the leaf that Carson Flores had been toying with in his hand, and now he finally understood how the two men before had suddenly plummeted from the sky, dead, but unfortunately, he understood too late.

Picking flowers, flicking leaves, all can kill!

The youth opposite must be at least a Grandmaster, if not higher!

Such a mighty person, when attacked on their own turf, would be afraid to kill?

Would be afraid of Edgar Harrison, afraid of the Harrison Family?

I died for nothing!

And stupidly at that!

Stanley Hartman collapsed, clutching his chest, his eyes filled with despair and regret.

If he had another chance to choose, he would definitely have knelt down cleanly the moment Carson Flores started speaking, spilling everything he knew...

Brendan Stein turned pale when Carson Flores’s gaze turned and fell on him, and he knelt without hesitation.

"Mr. Flores, it was the Hall Master’s orders, and Stanley Hartman was in charge of the specifics. We were just ordered to assist Hartman and follow his instructions. I know Hartman had contacted someone and got the target’s information, but I didn’t know the target was you, Mr. Flores..."

Carson Flores nodded slightly, "Call Edgar Harrison and tell him to roll over here, or else, I’ll wreck the Twin Rivers Hall."

Brendan Stein dared not retort and hastily agreed, pulling out his phone to call Edgar Harrison.

"What’s up, Hawk?"

Unable to look at Carson Flores in front of him, Brendan Stein said respectfully, "Boss, there’s been a problem. Following Hartman’s orders, we sneaked into the target’s villa and then the opposition sniped us. All four of them are dead..."

"Dead?"

Edgar Harrison’s voice suddenly rose an octave, "Who killed them?"

"Carson Flores, Mr. Flores."

Brendan Stein answered and then quickly added, "It’s the same master, Carson Flores, I’ve mentioned to you before, the one we’ve dealt with."

Edgar Harrison asked coldly, "Did you guys reveal your names?"

Brendan Stein answered fearfully, "The three of them were killed upon encounter, Hartman mentioned Twin Rivers Hall, mentioned the Harrison Family, then he was killed because he refused to answer Mr. Flores’s questions. Mr. Flores also said... also said..."

Edgar Harrison snorted coldly, "Go on!"

Brendan Stein glanced at Carson Flores standing opposite and, not daring to try any tricks, clenched his teeth and said, "He said for you to come over here, or he will tear down the Twin Rivers Hall."

"Quite the big talk!"

Edgar Harrison scoffed, "Wait for me, I’ll be over there. I want to see who dares to act so arrogantly! To disregard even my Twin Rivers Hall, the Harrison Family."

Once the call ended, Brendan Stein replied anxiously, "Mr. Flores, the Hall Master said he will be here shortly."

Carson Flores responded calmly, "I heard. Are you sure you don’t know anything else?"

Brendan Stein nodded vigorously, "I haven’t lied at all, otherwise, may I die with my intestines spilling out."

Carson Flores hummed, "What was the intended goal of your infiltration? Assassination or kidnapping?"

"Kidnapping,"

Brendan Stein replied clean and to the point, "As for who we were supposed to hand the person over to, Hartman knew, I’m not sure."

Carson Flores nodded, "Then wait here. He’s dead, I’ll just ask Edgar Harrison the same thing."

Brendan Stein wiped his sweat and stood obediently to the side, not daring to utter a sound.

The four corpses on the ground kept reminding Brendan Stein, don’t resist, admit defeat, be as submissive as necessary, the stubborn are already lying dead on the ground.

This problem belongs to someone else, but my life is my own, why risk it for someone else’s issue?

Shirley Miller appeared on the balcony, looking down at the dead below. She wasn’t too surprised; she was no longer as naive as when she first met Carson Flores. In the time since then, she had seen schemes, blood, and death.

Carson Flores looked up and smiled, "Call Lydia Howell over, I think I’ll have to step out for a bit."

"Okay!"

Shirley Miller went back inside to make the call cleanly. She didn’t ask what Carson Flores was going to do, nor did she need to ask.

Since they had been attacked and the opposition wanted to kidnap the two of them, it was clear that the mastermind behind the scenes was still at large, and naturally, Carson Flores would follow the trail to find out who it was.

Shirley Miller was also very curious—who exactly was it that wanted to kidnap the two of them?