Chapter 1784
Chapter 1784: Then Go Do Something (4)
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As a soldier.
As a sniper.
Even if it’s just a little.
Even if there’s no mission at all.
Set everything aside.
She wants to do it, then she’ll do it.
Hearing Flossie Wright’s answer, Adelaide suddenly choked.
After a brief pause, Adelaide couldn’t help but laugh, "When they said you knew Erina Taylor, I didn’t believe it, but now..."
𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Fifty percent of me believes it.
These words, this tone, are exactly like Erina Taylor’s.
No difference indeed.
"Hanging up."
Frowning slightly, Flossie Wright bluntly hung up the phone.
Adelaide: "..."
After ending the call, Flossie Wright turned off her phone, avoiding calls from Adelaide.
It’s never a good thing to mention Erina Taylor to acquaintances.
God knows why she knew so many dangerous and clever people in her past life.
Admitting her identity in front of Perry Reed was because he already came with the intention to trust her, but others are different. Although most had a life-and-death relationship with Erina Taylor, their obsession hadn’t sunk that deep.
Saying she is Erina Taylor?
Who knows, she might be killed by one of them the next day.
If they don’t believe her, they will surely find ways to interrogate her. If they do believe, those identities... are all people whose mere contact would make the military suspect she’s an undercover agent, and eventually, they’d get her killed.
Not mentioning Erina Taylor is completely for her own safety.
After hiding her phone, Flossie Wright took a shower before heading out.
As soon as she stepped out, she sensed Glenn Hutchinson’s gaze upon her.
For some reason, his stare gave her the creeps.
"You can use the bathroom."
Slightly guilty, Flossie Wright gestured towards the bathroom and spoke simply to Glenn Hutchinson.
Unexpectedly, Glenn Hutchinson didn’t care about her words and instead turned his head to look away.
"There are pajamas in the room."
He said in a deep voice, his gaze falling on the TV screen.
Flossie Wright felt inexplicably.
Not bothering to care, she raised her eyebrow, turned around, and went to the bedroom.
Closing the door with a lift of her hand, Flossie Wright grabbed the clothes on the bed, ready to take off her bathrobe and change into pajamas, but as she looked down at the bathrobe on her...
Suddenly, she realized.
She had only wrapped a towel around herself.
Relative to her height, the towel was short, just covering the essentials.
Some areas were faintly visible.
To be honest, she had a really great figure.
Even the training in the forces hadn’t ruined it; she wasn’t skeletal, nor was she all muscle.
Scratching her head, Flossie Wright thought of Glenn Hutchinson’s strange expression and understood certain things.
Narrowing her eyes, she glanced at the bedroom door before quickly looking away.
A few glances won’t hurt.
Changing into pajamas, Flossie Wright walked out of the bedroom and into the hall.
Not seeing Glenn Hutchinson’s shadow, but hearing the sound of water from the bathroom, Flossie Wright casually dried her hair with a towel as she walked toward the sofa and coffee table.
Sitting habitually on the single sofa, Flossie Wright draped the towel over her hair, then reached for the peeled fruit on the coffee table.
Eating unhurriedly, she changed a few channels and checked the current news.
At this time, even the evening news had passed, but dedicated news channels still had live reports.
Casually watching to pass the time, after finishing an apple, Glenn Hutchinson emerged from the bathroom.
Hearing a noise, Flossie Wright turned her head slightly to look, but quickly, the latest switch to the news caught her attention.
The familiar street name fell on her ears, prompting Flossie Wright to look up at the TV screen, immediately seeing the crowded people and the continuous screams.
The camera filmed from outside, unable to get in, but even within the central crowd, the captured area was bloodstained. And after the police sealed off the scene and evacuated the crowd, the scenes of blood covering the ground were extremely eye-catching.
Flossie Wright frowned.
She silently watched the entire report.
The objective report lacked inciting words, but all the images conveyed a heavy aura to the viewer.
"Glenn Hutchinson."
Flossie Wright called softly.
Having finished watching the news, Glenn Hutchinson came to her side of the sofa.
Called by her, he lowered his eyes to look at her.
"Is there any news from the police over there?" Flossie Wright slowly asked.
"Yes," Glenn Hutchinson replied, then explained in detail, "The surveillance video can’t capture the face, but the dashcam did, so they can convict him, but he hasn’t yet mentioned the mastermind."
Flossie Wright nodded.
Not revealing the mastermind was probably to be expected.
Willing to do such things, he must be held under someone’s leverage. Even without leverage, he should be loyal...
Judging by his cold demeanor, it should be the latter.
He would rather die than speak.
A blood debt must be paid in blood.
Switching the channel, Flossie Wright turned to a currently airing spy drama.
Having no interest in watching, Flossie Wright put down the remote and planned to get up to sleep.
Just as she was about to rise, a hand landed on her hair.
Flossie Wright paused.
In the next moment, the towel covering her hair was immediately lifted off.
A head of uncombed hair was exposed under the glass lamp.
Narrowing her eyes to look at him, Flossie Wright frowned.
Sweeping a brow over her hair, Glenn Hutchinson’s voice was cool as he said two words.
Flossie Wright: "..."
In her confusion, before long, Glenn Hutchinson came over with a hairdryer.
"What are you doing?"
Realizing something, Flossie Wright’s eyebrows knitted more and more tightly.
Why suddenly dry her hair?
In the forces, aside from special situations, she basically never used a hairdryer.
However, Glenn Hutchinson shot her a glance, forcibly pulled her closer, and dried her hair.
Being in the forces is one thing, but right now Flossie Wright is a patient. If she truly caught a cold, not to mention the trouble of recovering, it would be uncomfortable then.
No choice, it hurts to care.
— End of Chapter 1784 —