Chapter 1836
Chapter 1836: Sniper in Position (3)
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Then, after a moment of thought, Flossie Wright said directly, "Based on Gavin’s appearance fee, transfer it to his family’s account."
"Are you with him?"
Upon hearing the name "Gavin," Perry Reed’s tone immediately became heavy.
Gavin?
𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢
That psycho?!
Wasn’t Flossie Wright with the Forces? How did she run into Gavin?
Yet, there was no time to figure everything out.
"As soon as possible."
She quickly finished speaking and hung up the call without continuing further. Flossie swiftly ended the conversation.
On the other side, Gavin was staring intently at her. During her call, out of the corner of her eye, Flossie noticed Gavin was polishing a handgun.
Flossie certainly couldn’t reveal too much.
If she said one wrong word, Gavin, that psycho, would probably open fire.
Flossie had no confidence that she could shoot him before Gavin pulled the trigger.
After all, Glenn Hutchinson and Perry Reed would proactively get in touch.
Perry Reed was unsure and needed to consult Glenn Hutchinson for answers, and since she had a bug on her, Glenn Hutchinson could access all her information. After clearly understanding the situation, he would explain it to Perry Reed.
That part was nothing to worry about.
"You know me?"
Seeing her hang up, Gavin continued to polish the handgun while asking Flossie with interest.
At the same time, he leisurely approached Flossie.
"I’ve heard a lot about you." Flossie replied politely.
"I don’t have time to waste."
Stopping in front of Flossie, Gavin looked at her appreciatively, his finger lifting slightly, aiming to pinch Flossie’s chin.
"It won’t take five minutes."
Casually responding, Flossie raised her hand, brushing his hand aside in advance.
Gavin playfully raised an eyebrow.
Five minutes?
She really has confidence.
Just from this contact, her mystery was apparent.
So much hidden, which means more secrets, and the interest to want to dig deeper...
Gavin liked the thrill.
Even though he was somewhat impatient to kill her.
They stood facing each other.
In less than two minutes, Gavin’s own phone rang.
He put on his jacket, and the phone rang from the pocket of his clothes.
Flossie crossed her arms and frowned, giving him a couple of glances.
As expected, a germaphobe, didn’t even want to let others touch his phone.
Gavin answered the call.
However, his left hand was toying with the handgun.
As the gun barrel spun, every time it stopped, it was directed straight at Flossie’s forehead.
As long as Flossie made any move, Gavin would not hesitate to pull the trigger.
Flossie saw this clearly as well.
Taking the call, it lasted less than ten seconds, and Gavin just responded with a single "hmm" the entire time.
"Arrived?" Flossie chuckled.
"Arrived." Gavin put down the phone, a smile tugging at his lips.
"So," after a slight pause, Flossie also smiled, "continue the deal?"
With his right hand in his pocket, Gavin’s left hand, playing with the gun, suddenly stopped.
The gun’s barrel pointed directly at Flossie.
"What if I say ’no’?"
The smile in his eyes deepened, Gavin spoke deliberately, his low voice becoming increasingly chilling.
Flossie’s expression remained unchanged, and even the smile in her eyes did not waver for a moment.
She knew someone like Gavin couldn’t be trusted at all.
"Then I’m sorry to tell you," Flossie leisurely retorted, her palm flipping slightly, revealing a small handgun slipping from her sleeve, its black barrel showing as she chuckled, "Eastlandia’s prison food isn’t as good as you might think."
At the same time, a red dot landed on Gavin’s forehead.
Sniper in position!
— End of Chapter 1836 —