Chapter 711
Chapter 711 Episode 028 Who is Flossie Wright (1)
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Afternoon, 5:40.
Guesthouse.
Derek Moore stands at the door, carrying his luggage in his hand.
It’s almost six o’clock, yet he hasn’t seen a trace of Flossie Wright all day.
The military knife is now in his possession.
With furrowed brows, Derek Moore can’t be certain that Flossie Wright has given up.
He once again glances at his watch.
Derek Moore frowns, making a decision in his mind.
At six o’clock, whether or not Flossie Wright appears, he will depart on time.
However, from the tone of Hutchinson’s captain at the time, Flossie Wright guaranteed his satisfaction.
"Ready to go?"
Suddenly, an idle voice faintly drifts towards him.
Following the voice, Derek Moore instantly spots the leisurely approaching figure.
She’s clad in a uniform smeared with dirt, yet her face is remarkably clean. Her hat brim is slightly lowered, but her eyes - elongated and languid - are unobstructed. As she lifts her eyes and meets his gaze, a hint of a smile emerges, slowly spreading and sinking to the bottom of his heart.
She looks at ease.
"On leave?"
Not until Flossie Wright approaches does Derek Moore suddenly ask.
With a shrug, Flossie Wright answers nonchalantly.
Austin Shepherd and Nathan Foster would exhaust them while commanding; only during overtime would they ever rest early.
Her being here must mean she’s already taken leave.
"Are you here to collect it?"
Derek Moore watches her attentively, unconsciously becoming more guarded.
His grip on the military knife tightens slightly.
If she could come, it means she’s planning something.
However, surprisingly, Flossie Wright does nothing, standing still in front of him with no movements.
Staring at him, she nods gently.
Derek Moore is subtly on guard.
Still, Flossie Wright doesn’t make a move.
"I want to trade this for it."
Raising an eyebrow, a touch of laughter appears in Flossie Wright’s eyes, followed by a red ring-box materializing in her hand.
With her movement, she tosses the ring-box up and down in her hand.
It’s impossible to ignore.
Derek Moore’s eyes widen in surprise.
"How did you get my ring?"
Steadying himself, Derek Moore instinctively pats his pocket. Upon realization, he abruptly asks in a grave tone.
"Where I got it doesn’t matter."
Catching the falling ring-box, Flossie Wright withdraws her hand. Then, she opens her palm towards Derek Moore, revealing nothing. The ring-box has vanished without a trace.
Derek Moore keeps a poker face, unfazed by Flossie Wright’s little trick.
"So you want to trade the ring-box for the military knife?" Derek Moore asks directly.
Other than this reason, Derek Moore can’t fathom any other reason why Flossie Wright would go to the trouble of stealing his ring.
She nods, without hesitation.
Derek Moore looks straight at her, his deep eyes bearing an unmasked commanding air.
One by one, he scans her from head to toe.
Flossie Wright remains nonchalant, meeting his gaze with a smile, seemingly indifferent to his annoyance.
As long as she can obtain the military knife from him, it doesn’t matter if she takes it herself or if he is coerced into handing it over.
When dealing with unpredictable and difficult targets, Flossie Wright never resorts to aggressive methods. It’s not only a waste of time but also carries a high risk of failure. Instead, she opts for a more peaceful approach.
— End of Chapter 711 —