The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

"Nash is the leader of the flower maidens, her situation is naturally much better than ours."

Zorvyn’s lips pressed together as her gaze turned enigmatic: "But still, the leader of the flower maidens is just a flower maiden."

Carson Flores understood.

Like the top courtesan among the women of the Green Building, although she possesses many rights that ordinary women do not have, she is still a courtesan, still required to entertain guests, only at a higher price and with guests of higher status.

Carson Flores asked in confusion: "Didn’t she participate in the reception at the Gathering Immortals Assembly? I haven’t seen her."

Zorvyn raised her head: "Do you wish to see her?"

Carson Flores laughed: "The renowned Three Goddesses of the Northern Sea, having seen Nerisse Blaine, naturally I also wish to see Nereida Nash, to see just how beautiful she is."

Zorvyn whispered: "She does not partake in entertaining guests at the Gathering Immortals Assembly, but at tonight’s banquet, she will perform, and then you will be able to see her."

Carson Flores laughed: "Appearing at the climax of the Gathering Immortals Assembly, I’m afraid that when she arrives, she will captivate countless guests, many prodigies may choose to stay because of her..."

Zorvyn blinked, whispering: "You’ve decided to stay. As long as you meet certain conditions, you can meet her, even indulge in a fleeting moment of passion..."

Carson Flores nodded, his expression lacking joy, instead he sighed.

Zorvyn quietly offered comfort: "Your strength is so remarkable, with limitless prospects. If you have the intent, there is considerable hope."

Carson Flores shook his head, his tone regretful: "You’ve misunderstood, my sigh is not about the desire for intimate contact, but rather thinking of how the Immortal Gathering Island, such a powerful Immortal Sect, still resorts to using allure for entertainment. These flower maidens are not free to choose their path, which is truly pitiable..."

Zorvyn looked surprised; in all her interactions with countless guests at the Immortal Gathering Island, everyone took pride in entertaining several female immortals of the island, each aiming to conquer Nereida Fairy, yet few showed sympathy for these flower maidens.

In the Immortal Realm, there are many female immortals who entertain through allure, some sects even cultivate techniques focused on romantic engagements, and the Immortal Gathering Island trains many flower maidens to attend to guests and serve disciples on the island, much like wealthy families raising singers to entertain guests on demand.

It’s quite normal!

Sympathy?

Isn’t that just indulging in idle thoughts?

Rather than showing sympathy, why not spend more nights with her, since she also stands to gain from it, right?

Zorvyn was silent for a few seconds before speaking softly: "Perhaps at first, there will be resentment and a desire to break free from destiny, but after a long time, it’s just a matter of habit, becoming numb."

"They lose dignity, but gain many cultivation resources, not needing to risk their lives in battles like other disciples, never knowing when they might lose it all. At least we remain safe and sound..."

Carson Flores looked at Zorvyn, furrowing his brow: "You seem not to have become accustomed, not numb."

Zorvyn’s body trembled slightly, a ripple passing through her eyes as she pressed her lips together: "We are like golden canaries kept in a cage, even if accustomed to life within the cage, who doesn’t long for freedom deep in their heart?"

Carson Flores thought for a moment: "Is there any way you could shed the identity of a flower maiden?"

Zorvyn nodded: "There is no fundamental difference between a flower maiden and a courtesan, and courtesans have the concept of buying one’s freedom, flower maidens naturally can too. With a sufficient price paid, a flower maiden can even leave the Immortal Gathering Island, regaining her freedom, but the price is not low."

Carson Flores was unsurprised; the flower maidens were nurtured to generate enormous benefits in the future, and without paying a hefty price, how could one expect to renounce the flower maiden identity?

Carson Flores asked: "Are there cases of regaining freedom?"

"There are,"

Zorvyn responded softly: "Some painstakingly save their earnings over long years to successfully buy their freedom, while others have disciples of the Immortal Gathering Island or guests who stay help them redeem themselves, but the numbers are few, as the price is steep."

Carson Flores acknowledged with a nod, asking no further questions.

Although Zorvyn was not particularly beautiful, nor did she flatter like other women, it was clear she still held hope for freedom.

She was here not by desire but compelled.

Her heart had not truly numbed or succumbed.

Carson Flores settled on a decision; if possible in the future, he would pay a price to redeem Zorvyn, allowing her to regain freedom.

It was chance that brought them together!

Though he pondered the matter, Carson Flores did not express anything definitive, uncertain of his capability, he opted not to raise hopes only to dash them, better to offer none from the start.

Zorvyn glanced at the sky, speaking: "I’ll go confirm the matters related to your contract, I cannot accompany you to the banquet, I hope you’ll understand."

Carson Flores laughed: "You’ve been a great help, I’ve lived here quite a while, familiar enough to go alone."

Zorvyn stepped back two paces, bowed in courtesy: "Sir, we’ll meet after the banquet."