Chapter 1193
Chapter 1193: Master Pei Makes a Move, Survival Game Ends (2)_1
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"No need," Flossie Wright flatly refused. "I want to continue serving in the Forces."
After becoming Flossie Wright, she never thought about going back one day to replace Erina Taylor’s former position.
Too unrealistic.
Even if she could forcefully suppress that group of people through violence and scheming, she could never become Erina Taylor.
Erina Taylor is Erina Taylor.
Flossie Wright is Flossie Wright.
They share memories, but it’s impossible for them to share the same identity.
So, Flossie Wright had never asked Perry Reed about Slaughter, which she had founded with her own hands, nor about those brothers with whom she had faced life and death.
Because there’s no going back, there’s no need to ask.
Now, at this moment, she suddenly wanted to ask, how those brothers from the past were faring.
"Ha," Perry Reed laughed lowly, but his tone was slightly annoyed. "Really can’t tell if you’re masochistic or just stupid."
To this, Flossie shrugged her shoulders without retort.
To her, choosing to stay in the Forces was indeed foolish.
She never had a good impression of the Forces; at first, she stayed due to a two-year service obligation, but now she truly wanted to train herself, to satisfy her curiosity about this country’s military capabilities, and so she stayed.
Of course, there were other various reasons, but she subconsciously avoided them.
The restraints of the Forces were never suitable for her.
Leaving the Forces, she could learn more, understand more, and adventure more—even without becoming a Mercenary...
Without the shackles of her past life, she could do so much more, things she had always wanted to do.
Having just spoken, sensing the dangerous aura on the other end of the phone, Flossie Wright raised her eyebrows in resignation and added, "I suppose I’ll have to stay for a very long time."
"Are you really sure?"
His once casual tone vanished, and Perry Reed’s voice suddenly turned cold, the danger palpable even through the phone.
Flossie answered bravely.
After a pause, Perry Reed coldly inquired, "Still in the Navy?"
"No," Flossie denied.
"Where to then?"
"To Glenn Hutchinson’s place."
As the words fell, Flossie heard a "crack" sound, like that of a breaking porcelain cup.
"What, you’ve taken a liking to him?" Perry’s tone became increasingly dangerous.
"No," Flossie replied tersely, then quickly added, "Let’s not talk about this."
"I want to talk about it."
Perry domineeringly steered the conversation back.
Flossie called out, a touch of helplessness in her voice.
"..." Perry didn’t respond to her.
"Perry?" Flossie raised her tone slightly, tentatively calling out.
Still no response from him.
With a soft sigh, Flossie said, "Want to hear about how I died?"
Upon hearing this, Perry’s eyebrows twitched suddenly.
This time, he coldly gave a one-word reply.
When he had rushed back upon receiving the news, the military unit that had killed Flossie was wiped out by Slaughter’s people, not a single survivor left, so no one knew what had actually happened.
No matter how much he inquired, he couldn’t find out what dangers Erina Taylor had faced at that time.
Clearly, whether Flossie Wright got involved with Glenn Hutchinson was less important than how Erina Taylor died.
— End of Chapter 1193 —