Chapter 1742
Chapter 1742: What Must Come Will Come (2)
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No matter what, something must be said!
They planned to keep trying, to give Flossie Wright some sort of a chance.
"Does what you say count?"
Narrowing her eyes, Flossie Wright looked at him and coldly asked.
Seeing that she cared, Darion Griffin found a breakthrough and felt relieved, immediately saying, "The higher-ups are quite concerned too, so there should be some hope."
"Let’s not talk about this first."
With a slight flash in her eyes, Flossie suddenly diverted from the topic.
Darion Griffin looked at her inexplicably and suddenly felt a jolt in his heart.
Is this not enough to please her?
"My training was disrupted, my soldiers lacked experience, and I was accidentally injured..." Flossie paused slightly, a cold smile tugging at her lips, and spoke leisurely, "I’m lucky; if the bullet had shifted by two more centimeters, you’d be visiting me in the morgue now."
Darion Griffin’s heart instantly sank.
This posture—
Looks like she really won’t let them off.
However, in other words, Flossie’s words were indeed not wrong.
If Flossie had been a bit less lucky, just a tiny bit, and the bullet went through her heart, what he might be visiting now would be just a corpse.
"Go ahead," Darion Griffin thought for a moment, then straightforwardly said, "What do you want to do, what solution do you propose, or what demands you have—it’s all up to you."
Flossie’s words were merely to escalate the issue. As long as Flossie didn’t pursue it, basically nothing would happen, but once she pursued it, it would be no small matter.
With just a few words, he believed that Flossie could heap countless charges upon them if she wished.
Thinking of this, Darion Griffin felt extremely troubled.
Truly, what kind of leader breeds what kind of soldiers.
That Glenn Hutchinson, the soldiers under him are equally difficult.
Slightly curling her lips, Flossie looked at him leisurely.
Finally got the topic back on track...
Ten minutes later.
Darion Griffin walked out of Flossie’s hospital room with a heavy heart.
Outside, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, he looked up only to see Glenn Hutchinson standing opposite.
The sudden sight of him almost scared Darion Griffin out of his wits.
"Captain Hutchinson."
Forcing a smile, Darion Griffin greeted Glenn Hutchinson with a smile.
After resolving Flossie’s matter, he felt much more at ease, and now his smile towards Glenn Hutchinson was more natural.
With a stern gaze, Glenn Hutchinson looked him over, then slightly frowned and asked coldly, "How is she?"
Darion Griffin was momentarily stumped.
Isn’t she his subordinate, yet he’s asking him about her condition?
Although puzzled, he had to answer.
"She’s okay, quite spirited, but the wound is quite painful." Darion Griffin replied with the observations he had made.
His face cooled even more, and Glenn Hutchinson continued to ask, "What did she say to you?"
"This..." Darion Griffin frowned with difficulty.
Glenn Hutchinson stared at him, his gaze growing colder, as if any moment it could turn into ice arrows piercing through him.
"Ahem," Darion Griffin coughed lightly, hurriedly saying, "Really, it’s not that I don’t want to tell you, she specifically warned me not to tell you."
— End of Chapter 1742 —