Chapter 1946
Chapter 1946: There’s Nothing a Kiss Can’t Solve (2)
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In Eastlandia, Glenn Hutchinson solely relies on her rank to represent her.
Here, it’s different.
"They look at the token," Glenn Hutchinson said with a calm expression.
Flossie Wright rolled her eyes at him.
"Be good, get some sleep, and I’ll accompany you over in the afternoon."
Raising his hand, Glenn Hutchinson patted her head.
After a silent moment, Flossie Wright pouted, "I’m hungry."
"What do you want to eat?" Glenn Hutchinson bent down and asked very patiently.
Thinking for a moment, Flossie Wright said, "Steamed buns."
"I’ll go get them."
Glenn Hutchinson responded immediately.
Watching Glenn Hutchinson walk out the door, Flossie Wright pressed her temples, thought deeply for a moment, and eventually lay back down obediently.
Her whole body was in pain, every cell was screaming. After a whole night of fighting, feeling fortunate to have survived, she began to deal with the headache of the lingering aftereffects.
For instance, her body.
In a place like this, the body is the capital of revolution. Without a healthy body, one could be eliminated at any time. After all, even civilians here carry guns and knives.
For instance, her decision to stay or leave.
On one hand, she had been with Anonymous for a while. If she were to leave just like that, she would have to negotiate with Anonymous properly.
And, once she leaves Anonymous, Anonymous is bound to experience some setbacks.
On the other hand, she had taken an unexcused three-month leave, and whether it was Glenn Hutchinson or the team in Aaron Doom, they must have taken on some risk for her. Now suddenly being in West Hare, if she returned to Aaron Doom perhaps she could cover it up, but in the current situation, she simply couldn’t leave.
So, Glenn Hutchinson and she still have to think of adequate reasons to deal with this situation.
Additionally, there are some trivial matters that she must handle as soon as she returns.
Just thinking about it gave Flossie Wright a major headache.
The pain in her body further cleared Flossie Wright’s mind, forcing her to try to sleep without success.
Glenn Hutchinson moved quickly, and soon returned with steamed buns and porridge.
As Flossie Wright was about to get up, Glenn Hutchinson stopped her with a look.
He placed the steamed buns and porridge beside her bed, then carefully helped Flossie Wright up, avoiding all of her wounds.
"At this time, you have these?"
Seeing the steamed buns brought to her mouth, Flossie Wright suddenly realized something and couldn’t help but ask.
By now, breakfast time was long over. It was understandable to still have steamed buns and porridge left, but another thing was that the steamed buns and porridge Glenn Hutchinson brought back were all warm.
"Robbed from the refugees."
Pausing slightly, Glenn Hutchinson spoke naturally.
"Oh?" Flossie Wright squinted her eyes, then said, "Isn’t that not good?"
"There’s nothing wrong with it," Glenn Hutchinson said lightly, paused, and emphasized, "You’ve worked harder than the refugees."
Flossie Wright was speechless.
Then, she accepted it calmly and justifiably.
If she hadn’t taken Glenn Hutchinson over last night, or in other words, hadn’t taken out that group of terrorists, then regardless of how long this campsite could last, even if it could hold out, there would have been significant damage.
So, although Flossie Wright’s actions were crazy, they solved a certain amount of danger for them.
Flossie Wright was indeed the biggest contributor.
— End of Chapter 1946 —