The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 25 - He Refused_1

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25 -25 He Refused?_1

“Got held up with something,”

Carson Flores explained with a smile, “Our jobs are different, so it’s hard to synchronize our schedules.

It’s more convenient for each to go their own way.”

Parker Miller nodded, not thinking much of it, “That’s true.

Since we’re going separate ways, then Carson, there are a few cars in the garage, pick any one you like…”

Carson Flores said with a laugh, “Okay, I’ll have a look later.”

Parker Miller laughed, “Why wait till later?

Go now, Shirley, take Carson to have a look.”

Shirley Miller nodded, her demeanor relaxed as she stood up, and Carson Flores had no choice but to follow.

In the garage lay a row of cars: an Audi A8, a BMW 1 Series, and a BMW X7.

In addition, there were two cars covered with tarps.

Shirley Miller, arms folded, stood at the entrance, “Go ahead and pick one.”

Carson Flores pulled the covers off the two cars and his eyes immediately lit up!

Whoa, sports cars!

Maserati MC20.

Ferrari 812GTS.

Both cars had stunning designs and hefty price tags—the Maserati MC20 for over three million, and the Ferrari 812GTS at least five to six million.

Curious, Carson Flores asked, “Whose sports cars are these?

Yours or the old man’s?”

Shirley Miller pursed her lips, “The Audi A8 is Grandpa’s, the X7 and the two sports cars are mine.

I drive the X7 to work on weekdays, and for casual outings, I use the sports cars.”

Carson Flores’s gaze settled on the twenty-something-thousand BMW 1 Series and he chuckled, “Your cars are too flashy for me, they attract too much attention.

I’ll just take this 1 Series BMW.”

Shirley Miller pursed her lips, “That’s the car the housekeeper uses for grocery shopping.”

The housekeeper’s?

Carson Flores was momentarily at a loss for words, “So I have to choose between these two sports cars?”

Shirley Miller hummed, “Don’t all you guys like driving sports cars?

It’s more convenient for picking up girls.

You don’t even have to make an effort; park the car somewhere and the beauties will come asking for a ride.”

Carson Flores shook his head, “I don’t have that hobby.

Why don’t you drive the sports car, and let me drive your X7?”

Shirley Miller gave Carson Flores a sideways glance, “You wish.”

After some thought, Carson Flores decided to give up, “Never mind, these two are too conspicuous.

I’ll buy one for myself later.”

Shirley Miller seemed slightly surprised, “Pick one.

In three months, the car will be yours.”

Carson Flores firmly shook his head, “They’re good cars, but not suited for me.

Forget it.”

Shirley Miller looked at him, taken aback.

A car worth millions and Carson Flores declined without even a second of hesitation?

“What car do you plan to buy?”

Carson Flores said casually, “Just need something worth two or three hundred thousand for getting around.”

Shirley Miller said softly, “Okay, I’ll give you the money for the car.”

Carson Flores shook his head, “No need, we’re not a real married couple.

It’s better to keep things clear.

I don’t want to take advantage of you for no reason.”

Shirley Miller asked, “You have the money to buy it?”

Carson Flores nodded, “I’ve been helping treat people these last few days and made some money.”

Shirley Miller looked surprised, “You know how to treat illnesses?”

Carson Flores nodded, “Yes, I learned from my master.

Though I’m not as good as him, I’m still better than an ordinary doctor.”

Shirley Miller just acknowledged with an “Oh” and casually asked, “The money you make treating people is enough to buy a car?”

Carson Flores smiled, “Yes, it’s enough.”

Shirley Miller asked, surprised, “You charge quite a bit then?”

Carson Flores replied naturally, “Wealthy people, you know, their lives are more precious.”

Although Shirley Miller was somewhat curious about Carson Flores’s healing endeavors, she didn’t inquire further.

She subconsciously avoided too much contact with Carson Flores, so as to not get too entangled and make it difficult to part ways after three months.

Shirley Miller turned and walked away, “If you’re not picking, then you can discuss it with Grandpa yourself.”

“Okay!”

Carson Flores agreed, “Oh, and I have to run some errands tomorrow, so I won’t be home this weekend.”

Shirley Miller paused briefly, “Hmm.”

Watching Shirley Miller’s retreating figure, Carson Flores chuckled.

She must have breathed a sigh of relief; after all, she wouldn’t have to pretend with him over the weekend.

The next day, after breakfast, Carson Flores left home and arrived at the rendezvous point.

A few SUVs were parked by the road—Land Rovers, Hummers, and the like.

Samantha Tate leaned against a Mercedes G-Wagen with its door open, while Ethan stood by talking, though Samantha seemed distracted.

“Hey,”

When Samantha Tate looked up and saw Carson Flores, her eyes brightened, and she waved at him.

Seeing Carson Flores, Ethan smiled, “There you are.

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Carson Flores nodded, “Yeah.”

“Not having a car really isn’t convenient.”

Ethan said with an implied smile, then clapped his hands together, “The last person has arrived.

Everyone, get in the cars, let’s go!”

Just as Carson Flores was about to head to the passenger seat, Samantha Tate grabbed him, “You drive, alright?”

Carson Flores replied with a smile, “Sure.”

The two got into the car, and as Carson Flores started the engine, he glanced at Samantha Tate.

She was dressed sportily today in a T-shirt, shorts, and sneakers, her hair pulled back into a ponytail beneath a baseball cap, adding a youthful zest to her charm.

Samantha Tate asked with a smile, “Does it look good?”

Carson Flores responded without much thought, “Not bad, goes well with me.”

Samantha Tate laughed, her fist raised, “If you weren’t driving, do you believe I could punch you to death?”

Carson Flores shook his head, “I don’t believe it.

Your fist can’t even break a watermelon, let alone hit a person.”

Samantha Tate huffed, “Watermelon?

Believe it or not, I could smash open your crown!”

As the two bantered, the lead car suddenly sped up, and at the same time, Ethan’s exuberant voice came through the walkie-talkie on the car.

“Everyone, as usual, let’s race.

Whoever’s car is the last to arrive will be responsible for barbecuing and serving everyone!”

Racing?

Carson Flores hadn’t said anything yet when Samantha Tate beside him suddenly buzzed with excitement, “Carson, let’s go for it, overtake them, overtake them!”