Chapter 459
Chapter 459 Episode 062 Janice Wood’s Suicide (3)
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Without a doubt, she got out of the car. Glenn Hutchinson parked the army vehicle on the roadside, then followed right after her.
This area was already close to the urban area, bustling with activity, and the road was gradually crowded with cars. Catching a ride was quite simple. Glenn Hutchinson wasn’t worried about Flossie Wright taking a car by herself, but during their fight, a lot of blood had soaked into Flossie’s clothes. If the driver she flagged down had sharp eyes, he would find himself at the police station meeting Flossie Wright soon enough.
However, Flossie was not trying to flag down a car. She simply took off her blood-stained trench coat and, wearing a sweater, straightforwardly went to a nearby food stall. Standing out amidst the lively crowd, she emanated an aura that made her all the more conspicuous.
"Boss, a hundred skewers of each kind, and a box of beer!"
She found a spot at the nearest late-night stall and sat down. Flossie’s not-too-loud voice pierced through the noisy sounds and reached the busy boss clearly.
Hence, the boss was dumbfounded.
And then, the customers were dumbfounded too.
Glenn Hutchinson, who had followed close behind, squinted at Flossie’s cold face, furrowing his eyebrows slightly.
Nonetheless, when the boss hesitated and wanted to ask if he had heard wrong, Glenn shot him a cool sideways glance and chimed in, "Do as she says."
For some reason, the boss shivered violently when his gaze met Glenn’s. He then nodded feverishly, indicating that he had indeed understood...
However, the inner thoughts of the boss and surrounding customers were pretty much the same--
Good lord, for just the two of them, a hundred skewers of each kind ended up being several thousand skewers in total. Even a wealthy person wouldn’t waste like that, right?!
Of course, as a businessman, he would certainly not reject money. His job was to sell the food and collect the payment. Whether these two nutcases could finish the food was not within his considerations.
The treatment of Gods of Wealth was different. Glenn had barely sat down opposite Flossie when the boss ordered his staff to bring a box of beer to their table.
"The bill is on you."
Gently, Flossie popped open a beer cap with her finger. Glancing subtly at Glenn, she pushed the bottle slightly forward, sliding it to Glenn’s side.
Glenn silently picked up the bottle. When Flossie left home that day, she had left her cell phone and wallet at his place. At the moment, she didn’t have any cash on her, hence why she was putting all the bills on him, and it was within his expectations.
Regardless, grabbing the money for this roadside meal would be easy for her.
The cold wind howled down the bustling street. Passersby were dressed in thick cotton-padded jackets, almost wrapped up like dumplings. The two odd individuals sitting at the table not only ordered enough late-night snacks to cover three to four tables, but they also wore light clothing. Just a glance at them made people feel cold and shiver unconsciously.
Due to Glenn Hutchinson’s "brutality", both of them had marks left on them. The stimulating alcohol and spicy food made their lip wounds throb with pain, reminding Flossie of some unpleasant scenes. Her complexion was turning darker and darker.
"You can leave once the bill is paid."
She tossed the finished skewers aside and Flossie’s expression became increasingly annoyed, her voice ice-cold and unwelcoming.
Glenn looked at her without a hint of intending to leave.
— End of Chapter 459 —