Chapter 769
Chapter 769: Episode 039 Grandfather Pei Appears (6)
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Flossie Wright washed her face.
Marcel Smith tagged along, washing his face beside her.
As a result, just as he had gotten his face wet, Flossie grabbed him by the collar and threw him out.
Despite being scorned, the determined Marcel persistently knocked on the door.
Flossie ignored him.
This kind of person doesn’t have a sense of shame, and ignoring them is the best strategy.
Fortunately, the knocking soon ceased.
After cleaning up, Flossie tidied her hair and left the washroom.
There were two additional shadows in the room.
"Hey, just because I cursed a bit, you stay away from me..."
"Damn, I told you to pop it once, fine, twice, hell, you’ve pissed me off, now you can kick it..."
"Hey, don’t aim for the face. I have to pick up chicks later..."
"Screw you and your ancestors!"
Marcel was screaming and yelling.
Looking over, Flossie was momentarily surprised, then her lips curved into a smile.
Near the window, Marcel was cornered beside a desk, and a robust man was blocking him, swinging fists and feet with no courtesies offered.
The man who was attacking looked like he just walked out of a gangster movie.
Built like a tank, wearing a long gold chain, a tank top, and both his back and arms covered in tattoos. He had a mohawk, gold earrings, and facial scars.
Just a glare from him filled the air with murderous intent.
He looked oddly familiar.
A man lounged on a leather couch, his long legs crossed, relaxed and languid.
He wore a black trench coat, unbuttoned with the flaps open, revealing a white shirt underneath, the top two buttons casually undone to tease a glimpse of a collarbone. Under the crystal glass lamp’s light, he appeared irresistibly appealing. The simple combination of his black casual pants and leather shoes seemed effortless yet elegant.
Removed of his hat, his black hair had grown a bit, unkempt, casually falling in front of his forehead.
Compared to their last meeting, he seemed a little less wild but somewhat more leisurely.
𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
Perry Reed had noticed her the moment Flossie shut the door behind her. He glanced towards her sideways.
His cold aloof eyes were veiled by lamplight, making them even colder. But on recognizing Flossie, they immediately softened a bit.
"How did you get here?"
Flossie walked towards him with her arms crossed.
She donned a white bathrobe, her tall and curvaceous figure complementing it well. Her hair still slightly damp, haphazardly hanging down.
"Came looking for you."
Seeing her approaching, Perry stood from the couch.
At that, Flossie pause her steps.
She was stopped not by anything else but by the oppressive aura emanating from Perry. Even if somewhat restrained, such a long-term and sophisticated aura couldn’t be easily withdrawn.
"Uh... What’s up?"
Flossie tilted her head up slightly to look at him.
She was nearly five foot seven, whereas Perry towered over her, a head taller. To look him in the eyes, she’d need to stand on a stool.
Narrowing his attention, Perry was about to speak, but his gaze lingered on Flossie a while longer.
Her damp hair cast a few stray locks over her forehead, her dark, tranquil eyes matching perfectly with her delicate facial features. Her fair complexion a delight to the eye.
As she slightly raised her head, her chin lifted in a way that the light felt on her neck and collarbone, illuminating her to an almost transparent whiteness.
Her ladies’ bathrobe was well-fitted, but the belt around her waist was loose, revealing a slightly open chest, vaguely exposing...
Furrowed brows and a tone laced with anger, Perry snapped, "Go get dressed first!"
Touching her nose, Flossie was taken aback.
— End of Chapter 769 —