Chapter 2007
Chapter 2007: Flirting Skills Maxed Out Book Giveaway Event (Part 3)
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"A friend is coming over this afternoon."
Not in a hurry to leave, Flossie Wright glanced up at Glenn Hutchinson.
"Who?" Glenn Hutchinson’s eyebrow slightly arched.
Lately, Perry Reed had been busy with DARK, not wasting food at the Base; as far as Glenn knew, Flossie’s friends here were mostly male...
"Daisy Deacon." Flossie readily said.
"Hmm." Glenn Hutchinson responded without expression, stubbornly showing no hint of emotion.
That Daisy...
Isn’t an easy one to deal with either.
Besides, she’s very clingy to Flossie.
"Also," Flossie paused before continuing, "Around this time, shouldn’t Aaron Doom have a new selection?"
"Who’s in charge?" Flossie raised an eyebrow.
Most of the elites have been transferred here; she really couldn’t think of anyone to oversee the new recruits.
Previously, she didn’t really care about these things. Even as the captain of the women’s team, Flossie rarely showed much concern for the female soldiers, as she was well aware of their abilities—they were all selected through training together, with some, like Belinda Nichols and Devina Millet, individually outperforming her in certain areas, so there was really nothing to worry about. Chloe Bell and Devina Millet also had their own strengths, particularly in psychological resilience, so Flossie didn’t need to expend much effort on them.
However, thinking about training in recent days, Flossie remembered Aaron Doom’s annual selection process.
Even if she was out with Glenn Hutchinson, the Doom selection should continue as scheduled.
𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
Time passed quickly; it seemed only yesterday they had just been selected, and in the blink of an eye, it was time for a new batch to be chosen—it was her turn to worry now.
The male soldiers weren’t Flossie’s responsibility, but the female soldiers...
Each one needed to be thoroughly checked to assure her.
When you’re in this position, perspectives and viewpoints change, and Flossie couldn’t afford not to consider each soldier who would be under her command for a while.
After all—
She was responsible.
Glenn Hutchinson regarded her attentively, a bit pleased with her concern, and answered candidly, "Dylan Murray."
"Alone?" Flossie slightly furrowed her brow.
"Harris Caleb occasionally helps out." Glenn Hutchinson continued to explain.
"Wasn’t he transferred?"
"But in the same Military District," Glenn Hutchinson’s lips curled slightly, "He just finished a selection on his end, so he’s free, and the battalion ordered him to assist."
Flossie nodded.
She had arrived later and had little contact with Harris Caleb, but she didn’t probe further since Glenn Hutchinson explained it that way.
Then, Flossie patted his shoulder, "You carry on, I’ll head back."
"Alright, call me if you need anything."
Flossie nodded and turned towards the dormitory building.
At 2 PM, Daisy Deacon arrived at the Peacekeeping Forces Base, dressed in a flashy, stylish outfit.
Flossie was waiting at the gate right on time.
Daisy dismounted from a black off-road motorcycle wearing denim attire and a dashing cowboy hat, with the gentle sunlight pouring over her shoulders, enveloping her in a faint glow with an impressive aura and unmatched charisma.
Upon spotting Flossie, Daisy flashed a grin, spread her arms, and embraced her tightly.
The two soldiers on duty nearby were bewildered, exchanging glances.
What on earth? What kind of distinguished guest would warrant Flossie’s personal reception?
"Let’s go in."
Flossie nonchalantly extricated herself from Daisy’s stiflingly enthusiastic embrace, took two steps back, and waved her over.
With a disdainful glance, Daisy arched an eyebrow, using her height advantage of 175cm, and draped an arm around Flossie’s shoulders.
"..." Flossie stopped in her tracks, giving her a sidelong look.
"Disdainful of me?" Daisy lifted her finger, tilting Flossie’s chin with a mischievous smile.
Flossie narrowed her eyes, raised her brow, and embraced Daisy’s waist. With a faint smile, she cast an indescribable glance at Daisy before swatting away her hand, then clasped Daisy’s chin between her slender fingers, their gazes meeting. A subtle smile faded in and out; though seemingly preoccupied, her actions were captivating.
"I really am disdainful."
Flossie’s lips curled as she spoke each word deliberately, an alluring aura emanating from her sharp features.
"Tch," Daisy blinked, retracting her hand in disappointment, "I give up."
Flossie shrugged, also withdrawing her hand.
Side by side, they walked inside.
Yet, the two soldiers on duty, who had just witnessed this scene of female "flirting," stood staring at their retreating figures, filled with admiration and awe.
Damn, even their skills at flirting with women are maxed out; what use do we have? What’s the point, damn it!
— End of Chapter 2007 —