Chapter 82
Chapter 82 Episode 005 Who’s Handsome Gets More (1)
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A dim street corner, the morning light was blocked outside the wall, only the soft light refracted in, just enough to see the situation clearly here.
Flossie Wright, who had brought the young man over, dumped him against the wall. The throw caused him to grimace in pain, and his eyes were glistening with tears.
"Damn, what the hell do you want?"
The young man rubbed his hurt shoulder, some suppressed anger in his eyes, but mostly incomprehension.
How could a strong man like him be dragged around by a woman?!
"You want to chase after Yvonne Watson?"
Flossie Wright crossed her arms, her tone cold as ice, her brow slightly furrowed, as if she was suppressing impatience.
Hearing this, the young man instantly became serious, his expression restrained. He stammered out, "No, no mistake..."
"What’s your name?"
"Huh?" At first, the young man didn’t react. He was crushed by Flossie Wright’s icy gaze for a long while before his brain kicked in. Despite his initial resistance, he blurted out, "Nigel Ferguson."
"I’ll give you two choices now." Flossie Wright moved her wrist, clenching and unclenching her fist. Beneath her cold brows was unmistakable danger, "I figure out a way to beat you to death undetected, or, chase your two relatives away."
Upon hearing such calm yet threatening words, Nigel Ferguson’s eyes widened in shock, his face filled with disbelief at what was happening in front of him.
What does she mean by...beat him to death undetected?!
She’s a soldier! Doesn’t she understand that she’s supposed to serve the people?!
What the hell, how is she even more cruel and ruthless than thugs?!
But even though her character and actions contradict each other greatly, Nigel Ferguson didn’t dare believe that she was just threatening him. Instead, a robust sense of crisis rose within him.
Pressure and danger hit him head-on, cold sweat pouring down Nigel Ferguson’s forehead, his heart seemed to be clamped by an invisible force, making it hard for him to breathe.
Anguish, suffocation, and submission.
He was like an ant in front of her, with no room for resistance.
But as a young man full of vigor, no matter how much Nigel Ferguson feared the female soldier in front of him, or how much he disliked his two troublesome aunts and uncles, his masculine pride and vanity made it hard for him to bow down to her.
"I’ll give you a chance with Yvonne Watson." Flossie Wright added nonchalantly.
The chilly wind blew slowly through the quiet alley, her cold voice exceptionally clear.
Nigel Ferguson’s eyes darted up.
Without a doubt, he was wavering.
As the number of customers increased, the large Vegetable Market gradually resumed its bustle.
The vegetable vendors who witnessed the scene just now were mostly absent-minded, especially the fish-selling couple, who were worried about where the female soldier was taking their nephew and what she was going to do.
Not until about ten minutes later, when they saw their nephew reappearing, did they finally breathe a sigh of relief.
However, when they clearly saw Flossie Wright walking next to their nephew, their faces inexplicably froze.
"Aunt, Uncle, I’ll have my father find you a stable job." Nigel Ferguson went straight to them and said with a stern face.
The fish-selling couple, who just had some false hope, suddenly turned black. Both of them exchanged glances, full of agitation and anger.
"Nigel, your aunt has always been good to you. How can you treat us like this for an outsider?!"
— End of Chapter 82 —