Chapter 1831
Chapter 1831: No Trespassing on Our Territory (1)
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The tent was large, but empty.
She expected there to be a few people, but Flossie Wright didn’t think the person inside would be—
He was the only one.
He seemed to have just gotten up and was changing clothes.
He turned sideways toward her, revealing a solid, muscular chest, broad shoulders, and a long knife scar across his back.
That was left by Erina Taylor.
He had an excellent physique, his upper body had smooth muscle lines, almost like they were sculpted, and black pants outlined his long legs.
He looked slim in clothes, but actually, there was substance beneath.
Noticing someone enter, Gavin didn’t turn around immediately but instead slowly put on his shirt.
He dressed slowly, but his movements were extremely graceful.
He fastened each button without hurry or panic, his fingers slightly bent, his hands looking particularly elegant in motion.
Flossie’s hand slowly moved to her waist, touching the gun hidden there.
"A word of advice," a low, pleasant voice brushed by, Gavin turned slightly to face Flossie, his thin lips gently parting, "It’s best not to move."
A slow tone, his voice carried a captivating allure, his delicate face showed an ambiguous smile, and in those beautiful eyes lay a chilling coldness and murderous intent. As he glanced over, an inexplicable chill swept over as if it could freeze someone entirely.
Flossie’s brow moved slightly.
She looked him over a few times.
The same indistinguishable face, its gender and nationality unclear, as always, mysterious.
Yet, his presence and authority made all stray thoughts disappear instantly, leaving only fear in one’s heart.
That was an ordinary person.
Facing Gavin’s gaze head-on, Flossie looked calm and composed.
Even though—
She was already cursing inside.
Initially, she thought that in a place without sound, there would be fewer people, allowing her to deal with a threat or avoid the pursuit of those outside as quickly as possible.
Yet, she didn’t expect so many tents to be lively, and why was this one so quiet.
One possibility was that Gavin was in this tent.
A tent just for him.
Quite extravagant, but also in line with Gavin’s character.
This person was picky, eccentric, and had a cleanliness obsession.
Anyone wanting his help must accommodate every aspect of his needs without a single mistake, or they’d be inviting a plague, as he could kill the employer out of dissatisfaction at any moment.
What he decided to do was entirely up to his mood.
He was the least principled person in the world.
Of course, because of this, Bailey Maynard’s reputation on the street was terrible. If it weren’t for his real abilities, no one would dare to risk their life hiring him.
"Sorry, wrong tent."
Retracting her hand, Flossie casually stepped back and gave a brief explanation to Gavin.
Gavin spoke in English.
When Flossie replied, she naturally used English as well.
Gavin faced her and examined her.
Although she concealed it well, her appearance was unclear, her demeanor and movements leaned towards neutral, but that body shape...
Definitely a woman.
And, judging by her stance...
There was something special.
"Lift your head," Gavin said, scrutinizing her with a smile that seemed as if he were selecting consorts in ancient times.
— End of Chapter 1831 —