Chapter 1195
Chapter 1195: Master Pei Makes a Move, Survival Game Ends (4)_1
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"I won’t accept."
Unexpectedly, Perry Reed refused decisively, without a hint of consideration.
"I won’t go back," Flossie Wright’s tone was slightly stiff.
"Then," there was a slight pause, Perry Reed slightly curved his lips, wantonly flashed an evil smile, and declared boldly, "let them perish on their own."
Her eyes flickered, and Flossie Wright suddenly laughed, "As you wish."
At this point, whether Perry Reed agreed or not was irrelevant. She was just informing Perry Reed that if Slaughter really met with that fate, then he could choose to take over Slaughter, since it was no small force.
𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
"Alright," he spoke lethargically, Perry Reed said casually, "let’s get back to the main topic, Glenn Hutchinson."
"Promise me, you won’t touch Andrew."
"Then don’t expect to talk about Glenn Hutchinson," Flossie Wright said, relaxed.
As a man without principles, Perry Reed quickly changed his stance.
Flossie Wright raised her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes, firmly saying, "Good, I’m hanging up."
"Erina Taylor—"
Before he could finish.
Flossie Wright hung up the phone.
Then, she turned off her mobile.
She trusted Perry Reed to do what he promised.
But she was no gentleman, to hell with honesty and morals. If she didn’t want to talk about it, then let it be.
After charging the turned-off mobile, Flossie Wright casually picked up the towel from her head, hastily wiped her hair a few times, then got up and draped the towel over the back of a chair.
She flipped onto the bed.
Grabbing one corner of the quilt, and with a lift, as she lay down, the quilt neatly covered her.
After being so tired for so long, it was time for her to sleep.
As for the irritating matters just now—
It was just the mission that reminded her of past deaths and the various memories of Slaughter, the chaotic thoughts preventing her from calming down for a while.
However, what’s past is past.
If she couldn’t go back, she might as well bury the thought.
Informing Perry Reed of those matters was also a way to cut off her last bit of hope, and a warning to herself that it truly was impossible for her to go back.
Now, the path beneath her feet, she should walk it well.
If there’s an end, if there’s glory, well, she would look forward to it and wait for it.
Having been through so much during the mission, Flossie Wright was really tired.
So, she didn’t wake up from her sleep until after six in the evening.
The sunset cast the sky in a blaze of colors, the twilight’s glow scattered across the balcony, shrouding everything in a faint light, as if one were in the midst of a dream.
Flossie Wright sat up, stared at the corridor for a moment, then came back to her senses.
Jessie Grain had sustained serious injuries, so she would be staying in the Military District hospital for some time.
In the Dormitory, aside from her, there was no one else.
Rubbing her forehead and thinking for a bit, Flossie Wright didn’t continue to dawdle. She hopped down from the bed, put on her military boots, donned her cap, straightened her appearance, and prepared to go to the canteen for dinner.
Ten minutes later, Flossie Wright went straight to the cooking class’s kitchen.
"Yo, here for a special meal again?"
A familiar cook saw her and immediately curved his eyes, teasing her.
Pausing at the doorway, Flossie Wright scanned the kitchen and not seeing Squad Leader Lin, she directly said, "Give me two Steamed Buns."
"Just Steamed Buns?"
Looking at her peculiarly, the cook was obviously surprised.
— End of Chapter 1195 —