Chapter 357
Chapter 357 Episode 043 Little Devil Comes to Choose Clothes (6)
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Is this... his daughter?
The one who gets tired even after running a few steps?
Regan Wright watched the scene before him in almost disbelief, momentarily forgetting his acute anger towards Flossie Wright.
However, before he could form any questions, having swiftly dealt with two bodyguards, Flossie just continued walking up the stairs as if none of that had ever happened.
"Oh, by the way," she stopped abruptly at the turn of the staircase, casting a glance at Regan who was still frozen in place, she casually mentioned, "We should replace the driver."
She didn’t point out any faults as she used to, didn’t complain about the driver, nor did she rush into hasty threats of anger. She merely made a simple remark, as if discussing a household need for a new set of teacups. To her, the driver was insignificant, she was reminded of him and thus had made that comment.
However, this simple sentence was enough to drive away the arrogant driver.
Sometimes, solving issues isn’t as difficult as we imagine. When the old Flossie held the matter of the driver too highly, she would begin an elaborate plan to drive him away. However, her concern was not shared by others, making the issue insignificant, to the point where they would even blame her.
But the new Flossie, embodying the airs of Miss Wright, would have plenty of reason to replace a servant who wasn’t to her liking, and it could all be done with just a simple sentence.
No matter how furious Regan might be, he couldn’t ignore a driver who disrespected his own family.
Flossie was imprisoned.
Ever since she returned to her room, a female servant had brought lunch to her. Flossie was suspicious at first. Once she woke from her cold midday nap and opened the door to find a line of bodyguards standing outside, she instantly realized what was going on.
Without a doubt, Regan was trying to strong-arm her into submission.
As for such childish and idiotic actions, Flossie found them rather amusing. Using so many bodyguards to keep her in check was flattering in a way. Instead of wasting so much effort on her, Regan might as well renovate the whole villa to prevent anything chaotic from finding its way in.
"You, come here."
Leaning against the door and sizing up the eight bodyguards in front of her, Flossie gestured for the fiercest-looking one to come forward.
The bodyguard who was singled out stood firmly in his place, unwilling to budge, openly defying her with a "nothing you say would sway me" attitude.
Regrettably, within less than a minute, he was defeated by Flossie’s scrutinizing look from head to toe. The feeling of being naked under someone’s gaze was not comfortable. He had to submit to Flossie’s "lust for power," and walked honestly towards her, though his nerves remained taut and unrelaxed.
He had heard from the other bodyguards that Miss Wright, with only four months of training in the Forces, acquired impressive skills enough to subdue one or two bodyguards effortlessly.
Although he didn’t quite believe it, rumors don’t spring up from nothing. There would be a source. Hence, he was naturally cautious around her.
"Are you tired from standing?"
Flossie struck up a casual conversation, picking at random topics, portraying the ambience of leisurely sipping wine amidst blooming flowers under a moonlit night in the courtyard.
— End of Chapter 357 —