The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 61 - It’s not that I won’t be sad if you die

61: Chapter 61 It’s not that I won’t be sad if you die

61 -61 It’s not that I won’t be sad if you die

Carson Flores understood Adan Gilliam’s thoughts, but did not explain.

“Let him think what he wants.”

It’s not like he cared.

Adan Gilliam didn’t want to say another word to Carson Flores, and with his face turned aside, he said, “Samantha, let’s go.

I’ll introduce you to some elders.”

The purpose of the banquet was to expand one’s network, and although Samantha Tate was reluctant, she couldn’t refuse.

She could only say to Carson Flores, “You sit here for now, I’ll come find you later.”

Carson Flores smiled nonchalantly, “Sure!”

After Samantha Tate left, Carson Flores found it boring to just sit there, so he took out his phone and started playing a mobile game.

Although some people noticed Carson sitting in the corner and found it strange, no one knew him, so naturally no one came to bother him.

“President Simmons!”

“Mr.

Simmons Senior!”

In the banquet hall, a lively round of greetings suddenly rang out.

Carson Flores looked up and immediately chuckled.

Another acquaintance had arrived!

Blake Simmons and his son Shawn Simmons walked in, and the guests greeted them one after another.

After all, the Simmons Family’s Hongxiang Group was highly regarded in Polgel.

Both father and son were influential.

It was said that Blake Simmons was an old friend of the banquet’s host, Leonard Reid, the Real Estate King.

Carson Flores immediately turned away, his back to the banquet hall, not wanting to be seen by the two men to avoid trouble.

Indeed, the Simmons father and son did not recognize Carson Flores, but they saw Vincent Ward.

The two of them greeted Vincent Ward and after chatting for a bit, they learned that Carson Flores had come.

They were quite surprised and immediately turned around, heading straight toward Carson Flores.

“Mr.

Flores!”

Carson Flores turned around reluctantly, “I was already turning my back, and still couldn’t avoid you guys.”

Blake Simmons laughed, “Mr.

Flores, why are you hiding from us?

I didn’t expect to see you here.

What a coincidence!”

Carson Flores smiled, “I’m just Vincent’s little follower today, here to see a patient.

You go on with your receptions, don’t mind me.”

Blake Simmons, crafty from age, immediately understood that Carson Flores did not want to attract attention or be in the spotlight.

He quickly said, “All right then, we won’t disturb Mr.

Flores any longer.

We’ll chat another time.”

Not far away, Adan Gilliam furrowed his brows.

He naturally recognized the Simmons father and son.

Though they were in different industries and had no dealings, seeing them take the initiative to speak with Carson Flores, Adan Gilliam was shocked.

What was going on here?

Did Carson Flores know the Simmons father and son?

As he was pondering this, the Simmons father and son turned to leave, and Carson Flores went back to playing his game.

Adan Gilliam breathed a sigh of relief.

Perhaps it was because Vincent Ward had said something that the Simmons father and son, to give face to Vincent, exchanged a few words with Carson Flores?

This Carson Flores, facing the Simmons father and son, was still so indifferent as to remain sitting, not even standing up.

It was so impolite!

A rare chance to interact with the Simmons father and son face-to-face, and he didn’t even cherish it.

Truly a case of a hopeless blockhead!

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd.

It was Leonard Reid, the host of the banquet and the Real Estate King, making his appearance.

Leonard Reid, in his fifties, was burly and robust, with an aura of authority between his brows.

Despite a face full of smiles, the domineering quality about him was unmistakably intense.

Carson Flores ignored Leonard Reid’s enthusiastic speech and the lively exchange among the guests, engrossed in playing with his phone.

“You’re quite the laid-back one, aren’t you?”

Samantha Tate plopped down in the chair next to Carson Flores, leaning over without reservation, her shoulder pressing against his as she came closer to see what game Carson was playing.

Carson Flores looked up at Samantha Tate, scanned the surroundings with a sigh, and said, “Can’t you cause me a little less trouble?”

Samantha Tate blinked her beautiful and enchanting eyes, “How is this causing trouble?”

Carson Flores gestured to a few men in the distance whose gaze burned with jealousy, “The jealousy in those young masters’ eyes could burn me to ash.

At this rate, someone’s going to get hurt.”

Samantha Tate giggled, “You’re so tough, they’re the ones who’ll get hurt, not you!

Don’t worry, as long as it’s not you, I won’t feel bad.”

Carson Flores smirked, “If I die, you’ll feel bad?”

Samantha Tate nodded earnestly, “Not only would I feel bad, but I’d also cry.

I’d wash my face with tears every day, and maybe I’d go blind from crying, ending up as a blind girl that nobody wants.”

Carson Flores’s mouth twitched, “You’re getting too into character.”

Samantha Tate answered with a smile, “Life is but a play, where truth and falsehood intertwine.

What’s wrong, don’t you like being my boyfriend?

I’m so pretty, with big breasts and long legs, I’d bring you a lot of face when we go out.” freeweɓnovel.cøm

“Oh, come off it, stop bragging!”

Carson Flores, giving no quarter, brushed her off, “Don’t stick around me drawing hatred.

Go where it’s cool and stay there.”

Samantha Tate pouted, huffed a sound, but didn’t get angry.

Instead, her smile grew even brighter and more beautiful, resting her chin on one hand, she gazed at Carson Flores with a lovestruck expression, “I just love how MANLY you are.

So grand.

Look at those guys, they just wish they could hold me in their gaze and carry me straight to a big bed…

”

Carson Flores was speechless, “Why are you like a clingy candy?”

Samantha Tate giggled, “You’re my boyfriend, isn’t it right for me to stick to you?”

Carson Flores did not respond, focusing on his game.

Samantha Tate did not leave either, simply resting her head out, watching Carson Flores play the game, occasionally giving directions.

“Move two steps to the left.”

“Hit him, come on.”

As they were messing around, Vincent Ward came over, “Mr.

Flores, the child has woken up.

Let’s go.”