Chapter 1772
Chapter 1772: Guard Against Fire, Theft, and Hutchinson (5)
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That’s why Glenn Hutchinson brought you here.
"How do you know about the police matter?"
After listening to Glenn Hutchinson’s explanation, Flossie Wright casually took a sip of tea and raised her eyes to ask.
"The military is involved too."
Glenn Hutchinson replied calmly.
The police have been investigating that crime boss, and there happened to be military assistance some time ago, so the military is about seventy to eighty percent aware of the situation.
Glenn Hutchinson rushed over immediately when he heard Flossie Wright was taken to the Police Station, but he was delayed a bit while inquiring about the situation, so he only picked her up after she was released.
Flossie glanced at him a few times and didn’t pursue the matter further.
With Glenn Hutchinson’s rank, getting this amount of information should be quite normal.
She’s not involved in it, just slightly affected. After leaving here, she’ll be going to various selections and will have nothing more to do with this matter.
As long as she ensures she’s not deceived to death by the person behind the scenes in the next few days, everything has nothing to do with her.
"Where’s Marcel Smith?"
Thinking about that guy, Flossie frowned.
Recklessly messing around...
It’s a miracle that he’s still alive.
Glenn Hutchinson peeled an apple and, while handing it to Flossie Wright, explained to her, "Some people are keeping watch, and he’ll be transferred to another hospital in a couple of days."
Flossie nodded.
Being unrelated to the event, as long as he leaves this troubled place, he basically won’t have any life threats.
Even with the local leader’s force, no matter how powerful, it won’t threaten other cities. It’s mostly active within their own territory, or else the government would definitely step in more forcefully.
While eating the apple, Flossie turned on the television and casually tuned into the news channel.
Simultaneously, the meal Glenn Hutchinson ordered arrived.
Three dishes and one soup, with both meat and vegetables, but no spicy food.
Getting bowls, serving rice, and delivering chopsticks, everything was done by Glenn Hutchinson. Flossie Wright only had to pick up the bowl and chopsticks to eat.
"Where are you staying tonight?"
Halfway through the meal, Flossie seemed to think of something and squinted her eyes slightly, asking Glenn Hutchinson.
Glenn Hutchinson replied casually.
Feeling alert, Flossie Wright slightly turned her body and swept her gaze towards the bedroom.
There’s only one double bed, large enough for two people to sleep on.
That’s just looking around.
"The sofa is yours."
She casually put some food into her mouth and shot Glenn Hutchinson a sidelong glance.
Her decisive words were indisputable.
She immediately dismissed any intention Glenn Hutchinson might have.
She didn’t want to have to fight Glenn Hutchinson in the midst of sleeping peacefully, normally it would be okay and treated as practice, but now...
Healing was a priority.
Glenn Hutchinson responded with silence.
At the same time, he more or less consented to Flossie Wright’s words.
After the two finished eating, both took a shower, and it was already past ten.
Flossie Wright returned to her room to sleep, taking precautions against fire, theft, and the instructor, and locked the door.
Just after locking it, she heard the sound of the lock being tampered with, and the door was soon pushed open by Glenn Hutchinson.
Flossie shot him a sideways glance.
His lock-picking skills aren’t bad at all.
"Anything else?"
With one hand in her pocket, Flossie Wright looked at him sideways, asking rather irritably.
"For safety’s sake, better to keep the door open."
Standing at the door, Glenn Hutchinson declared earnestly.
Squinting her eyes, Flossie Wright examined him carefully.
Couldn’t see any other intentions from him.
Of course—
Glenn Hutchinson’s reasoning had some validity.
If someone were to attack, both being in each other’s line of sight would indeed be the most reassuring.
Hell, she’s not even the target to be assassinated, who’s crazy enough to break in?!
Just an excuse anyway.
— End of Chapter 1772 —