Chapter 740
Chapter 740 Episode 032 Where is your face, Flossie Wright? (4)
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Very handsome.
Especially that guitar finger work.
When the song ended...
Marcel Smith got off his motorcycle with an appreciative look in his eyes and walked into the bustling crowd, finally stopping before Flossie Wright, who had just finished playing the guitar.
A shadow blocked the light in front of her, causing Flossie to lift her head slightly—only to see Marcel Smith standing in front of her.
This time, he wasn’t wearing a helmet.
His young face, while not extraordinarily good-looking, is pleasing to the eyes. Gone was the naivety of his youth, replaced by a hint of maturity.
His eyes still held their old audacity.
They were just as she remembered.
"I’ll give you money."
Standing in front of her, backlit by the light, he spoke slowly, deliberately.
Flossie stood up, gave the guitar back to the street musician.
The street musician gave her a friendly nod and gave her half of the money he had just received.
Accepting the money, Flossie put it away.
"Let’s get out of here."
After glancing at the crowd around them, Flossie put her hands in her pockets and walked past them to leave.
Marcel Smith followed closely behind her.
She stopped in front, and he stopped by her side.
Holding a bank card between his fingers, he extended it to her.
Without saying a word, Flossie took the card and asked, "How many tens of thousands?"
"How much do you want?"
"The more, the better, of course."
"Flossie Wright, you’ve got some nerve," Marcel Smith said, visibly irritated.
This woman, was she always this thick-skinned or had something transformed her in the years they hadn’t seen each other? No sooner had they reconnected than she commandeered his car, directed him about without a thought, and instead of asking to borrow, immediately demanded money—a substantial sum at that. And made no promise to repay the same...
As if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Glancing at the card, she saw the PIN was already written on it.
Taking the card, Flossie looked him in the eye, her gaze casual. "I owe you a favor."
"Your favors aren’t worth much."
Marcel Smith had to laugh at her audacity. "Whether it’s worth anything is a matter for another day."
Flossie just shrugged. She was not bothered by his barely hidden contempt.
"What would you have done if I hadn’t come back?"
"But you did come back, didn’t you?" Flossie retorted, as if his decision was the most natural thing in the world.
Marcel Smith frowned.
He didn’t like this feeling of being seen through.
In fact, Flossie was far from certain.
In this city, it’s impossible to get by on just a hundred dollars for a week. According to Austin Shepherd’s plan, the new recruits had to find a way to make money on their own.
Getting hold of some money posed no problem for Flossie.
But, with more money, she could do so much more.
She just thought Marcel Smith was a decent guy. Judging by his family’s financial situation, handing out tens of thousands was not a big deal.
For her, asking him for money was merely a spur-of-the-moment decision to throw herself a lifeline.
If Marcel Smith really decided to not return, she still had several other options.
She could confidently say that no matter which path she took, the end result would not be that different.
"I’m leaving."
Seeing that he had no further questions, Flossie turned to leave.
However, Marcel Smith placed his hand on her shoulder.
She turned around. Flossie narrowed her eyes, her eyebrows raising questioningly.
"Leave your number."
Marcel Smith demanded, visibly annoyed.
Flossie paused for a moment.
Then, Marcel Smith hardened his face, "So I can remind you to pay me back."
His reason was so justifiable that Flossie had no excuse to refuse.
Having given him her phone number, Flossie waved goodbye and turned to enter a luxurious shopping center.
Marcel Smith stood by his motorcycle, watching her leave.
Her actions were too unusual.
He couldn’t help but remember the group of people who had been with her in the car...
Having thought it over, Marcel Smith pulled out his phone and made a call.
"Do you remember Flossie Wright from high school?"
"Help me find out about her."
"Specifically, what she’s been up to since graduation."
In the bustling city, people came and went. On the street, a few figures dived into the crowd, never to reappear.
Nobody paid attention. Nobody noticed.
The street remained bustling.
Dressed differently, Flossie sat in a coffee house sipping tea.
Having ditched her casual clothes from earlier, Flossie was now sporting a simple yet elegant black leather jacket and pants.
With her legs crossed, her knee-high, stiletto-heeled boots perfectly cradling her calves.
As she sipped her coffee, every movement she made was elegant.
So when Jocelyn Carrington happened to pass by and catch sight of her through the window, she was stunned.
Flossie Wright!
Her heart suddenly pounding, Jocelyn Carrington stopped dead in her tracks.
Someone started tapping on the window.
The faint sound was enough to draw Flossie’s attention.
Looking outside, she made eye contact with the person standing there waving frantically. After a few moments, she casually averted her gaze.
Sight but no recognition.
As if she didn’t even know her.
After what felt like ages of her tapping on the window, Jocelyn Carrington noticed the stares from the coffee house’s customers and staff. Realizing her actions made her look foolish, she took a deep breath.
Joselyn Carrington composed herself.
She pulled out her phone, dialed Flossie’s number, and composed a text message.
A few moments later, Flossie’s phone on the table started vibrating.
Jocelyn Carrington: What are you doing in there?
Opening the message, Flossie looked at it and began to reply.
Flossie Wright: Having coffee.
Jocelyn Carrington: Do you know why you’re here?!
Jocelyn Carrington: Do you have enough money?!
Flossie didn’t reply any further.
Standing outside, visibly frustrated, Jocelyn Carrington glared at Flossie a few times. In the end, realizing that she was wasting her time, she clenched her teeth and turned to leave.
However, as she was about to move, her phone vibrated again.
Simultaneously, Flossie’s phone started vibrating too —
It was an unknown number.
A text message.
Mission One:
You should be in the city by now. Raise one thousand dollars before nine o’clock tomorrow. Rendezvous at Dovert Amusement Park.
— End of Chapter 740 —