Chapter 1103
Chapter 1103: This is How You Train Soldiers (3)_1
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Without hesitation, Flossie Wright quickly responded.
"Then you..."
His words carried a hint of hesitation, as Rowdy Brightwill was clearly implying something.
"I’ll talk to Grandpa tomorrow."
"..." Falling silent for a moment, Rowdy Brightwill corrected her helplessly, "That’s your grandfather."
"Okay, Grandpa."
Flossie Wright followed his correction.
However, Flossie Wright didn’t tell him that Regan Wright had already forbidden her from contacting her grandfather, and whether she could meet with him before leaving was uncertain even to herself.
"Alright, it’s getting late, you should head back."
Hearing the noisy shouting from Flossie Wright’s end, Rowdy Brightwill could guess where she was and couldn’t help but comment.
After a brief reply, Flossie Wright hung up the phone.
During the time it took for that call, the store owner at the Barbecue Restaurant had already served the barbecue.
"Enjoy your meal!"
The Boss smiled broadly at her, and casually put a can of cumin on her table, adding, "You can add more if it lacks flavor."
"Thank you."
Flossie Wright replied politely.
She also knew that spicier barbecue would taste better, but she was in a bad mood right now, and overly spicy food would only make it worse.
It might as well taste a bit unusual.
Fortunately, the Boss’s cooking skills were good, such that even without spice, the meat was deliciously roasted.
Midway through her meal, the Boss, who had finally a moment to himself, made a round of the restaurant and then took a seat next to Flossie Wright’s table.
"Naval Forces, eh?"
The Boss asked with a smile.
The male Boss, about forty years old, looked slightly weathered but had a full and kind face.
Flossie Wright lazily responded while picking up a fresh skewer.
"How long have you been enlisted?" The Boss seemed genuinely interested as he scrutinized Flossie Wright.
Though she had no rank insignia, being a female soldier—and a beautiful one at that—naturally drew attention. Just now, several regular customers had been trying to find out more about her.
"One year."
Seeing that he was skilled at his craft, Flossie Wright was willing to chat with him.
"That’s great." Sounding wistful, the Boss stared at her for a moment before asking abruptly, "Performing Troop member?"
"Do I look like one?"
Pausing, Flossie Wright raised her eyebrows slightly.
"You have the look!" the Boss declared confidently.
Her figure, her face—if she wasn’t in the Performing Troop, then putting her through the rigors of regular training would be a waste!
Flossie Wright agreed noncommittally.
She and her group weren’t suited to reveal their service branch.
"Really?" The Boss expressed surprise, then glanced around before asking her, "Is it tough in the Forces?"
"It’s okay." Flossie Wright said.
"It’s okay, huh..." The Boss’s voice trailed off as his gaze settled on Flossie Wright’s hand, "What happened to your left hand? Injuries like that for a member of the Performing Troop?"
Flossie Wright instinctively looked down at her own left hand.
They were from an incident on a cliff.
Many scars were concentrated on four fingers; the ghastly wounds from before were now only scars.
Lines upon lines, although not obvious, were still discernible upon closer inspection.
"Accident."
Snapping back to the conversation, Flossie Wright replied casually.
"An accident led to that?" The Boss was clearly skeptical.
— End of Chapter 1103 —