Chapter 739
Chapter 739 Episode 032 Where is your face, Flossie Wright? (3)
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Turn right.
However, a single act of toleration led to Flossie Wright repeatedly giving directions as if to challenge his limits. The commands were delivered non-stop.
"Stop it.".
After a few turns, Flossie Wright’s destination was finally reached.
The Shopping Centre.
A glance at the towering building, Marcel Smith finally burst out, scowling at Flossie Wright behind him, "Can’t you just directly state the destination?!"
With such a conspicuous building, was there really a need to command him to turn left and right?!
"Sorry, I forgot."
Flossie Wright, who seemed to be unbothered, casually dismounted the motorbike with her hand on his shoulder.
Marcel Smith, who was annoyed, darkened his eyes. However, faced with Flossie Wright’s calmness, he could do nothing.
He couldn’t possibly start a fight with a woman, could he?!
Just as he was about to start the motorbike and leave, the hand Flossie Wright had placed on his shoulder tightened.
Marcel Smith turned around unhappily, confronting Flossie Wright’s smile-filled gaze.
"Do you have money?"
Flossie Wright asked bluntly.
"I need money."
Marcel Smith paused for a moment, the corners of his mouth twitching.
Even so, he couldn’t help but take a careful look at the woman in front of him.
She was very different from his memory. If it weren’t for her recognizable face, he wouldn’t have taken the woman with such skills to be her.
In his memory, Flossie Wright was arrogant and extravagant, competitive, but the woman he saw now looked nothing like the Flossie he knew, except for her face.
She cut her long hair that she used to be proud of, had no jewellery or luxury items, wore simple tops and jackets and jeans. Her outfit probably cost just a few hundred dollars, but she looked very comfortable in it.
Not arrogant, but confident.
She had abandoned her previous arrogance and burdens, now appearing more straightforward and laid-back, which actually made her more pleasing to the eye.
Marcel Smith thought to himself.
"How much do you need?"
Marcel Smith asked with a frown.
"About a hundred grand."
Flossie Wright said, nonchalantly.
He froze for a moment.
Marcel Smith gave her a dangerous and scrutinizing glance, but Flossie Wright just stared back at him, exceedingly calm.
"What do you need it for?"
Keeping his cool, Marcel Smith asked as calmly as possible.
After thinking for a moment, Flossie Wright glanced at the shopping centre and shrugged, saying, "To buy clothes."
This woman, she’s really insane!
Having thought as much, Marcel Smith made up his mind not to get entangled with her further and prepared to leave on his motorbike.
Flossie Wright made no attempt to stop him.
She stood there with her arms crossed, watching him ride off into the distance.
Yet, the corners of her mouth lifted into a grin, the laughter growing even stronger.
𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
When Marcel Smith returned to the front of the shopping centre after a loop on his motorbike, he found Flossie Wright singing while holding a guitar.
The scene came as quite a shock to him.
In the midst of the bustling crowd.
Sitting on a wooden chair, Flossie Wright was holding a guitar in her lap, her head slightly lowered. The morning sun shone upon her creating a lazy glow around her as the breeze gently rustled her hair.
Her fingers were leaping on the guitar strings under the sunlight, moving at an incredible speed.
Her slender fingers, beautiful like scallions, cast changing shadows under the light. A series of notes were played from the tips of her fingers.
Her nimble and urgent rhythm stoked the enthusiasm of the audience.
A busker was singing passionately next to her, but the attention of the passersby was mostly on Flossie Wright.
— End of Chapter 739 —