Chapter 617
Chapter 617 Episode 007 Dirty (3)
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With no hesitation, Flynn Reid released Glenn Hutchinson and darted to Flossie Wright’s side. He took Flossie’s slightly chilly hand. An elusive hint of a smile lifted the corners of his typically icy demeanor.
Not bothering with anyone else, Flossie Wright pulled Flynn Reid through the doors of the restaurant.
At the same time, the previously drowsy waiter perked up at the sight of customers. He approached with an ear-to-ear grin, as enthusiastic as he was courteous, practically bursting with eager hospitality.
"Is she your girlfriend?"
Watching Flossie Wright lead Flynn Reid inside, a woman sidled up to Glenn Hutchinson who had yet to move. With a teasing glint in her eye, she aimed a smile at Glenn, asking him a question.
Glenn Hutchinson’s eyebrows drew together, his gaze cool and steady on her. His expression was stern, creating an air of detachment.
However, the woman persisted. A knowing smirk played at her lips, "I can see it – you like her, but she doesn’t like you."
Having said that, she casually leaned towards Glenn Hutchinson, almost whispering into his ear. "A woman like her, who doesn’t understand love, is pointless. She’ll only be a waste of your time. I’m quite interested in you. Fancy a change of taste?"
Her enticing laughter still echoed around his ear when she tried to move closer. However, before she could proceed, Glenn Hutchinson smoothly took a step back.
With a slight tilt of his head, Glenn Hutchinson shared an icy glance with the woman. "I’m not interested in streetwalkers."
The woman stiffened, struck dumb.
A... A streetwalker?
He... he thought she was a streetwalker?!
No, he was obviously just critical of her!
A twitch tugged at the corner of her mouth, as she watched Glenn Hutchison’s retreating figure. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t keep the rising resentment in her chest at bay.
Forcing down her rage, the woman gently patted her cheek, regaining her composure. She walked into the restaurant – an establishment in stark contrast with her mysterious, enticing demeanor – with a graceful stride.
"I’ll take one of each dish."
Upon stepping inside, the woman heard that familiar nonchalant voice almost immediately. She turned toward it to see Flossie Wright at a window-side table. Flossie did not bat an eyelid as she returned the menu to the waiter.
"One of each?"
The waiter looked incredulously at Flossie’s decisive stance, almost questioning if his ears had deceived him.
She came here and dared to order one of everything?
That courage...
Outrageous.
"One of each."
Flossie insisted, giving the waiter a definitive answer.
The waiter stood there, dumbfounded.
Then, Flossie glanced at the woman still standing at the entrance. She casually informed the waiter, "She’s paying."
Having glanced from Flossie to the woman, then onto Glenn’s aloof face, understanding dawned on the waiter.
The waiter nodded reluctantly, understanding the scenario unfolding before him.
This must be yet another common drama of two women fighting for one man. The rivalries between women were unpredictable storms, each escalation bringing them a step closer to life and death stakes. Coming here for a meal was probably an insignificant part of their titanic struggle. At least his restaurant was making money, and that’s all that mattered.
— End of Chapter 617 —