Chapter 832
Chapter 832, Episode 050, Emotional (5)_1
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Moreover, after returning, she had more to deal with.
The sky was barely bright, perhaps to save energy, all the lights outside were turned off.
However, not far from the tent, a sports car was parked, the familiar black Bentley, standing out awkwardly from its surroundings.
In the dim view, one could faintly see a tall figure standing by the car door, standing in the shadows, with only the black outline visible.
But Flossie quickly recognized it.
Perry Reed.
Clearly, he had been waiting for quite some time.
"What about breakfast?"
Walking over, Flossie asked, her voice carrying a hint of languor.
Seeing Flossie’s taken-for-granted demeanor, Perry Reed’s eyebrows raised slightly before he turned from the driver’s seat to fetch some breakfast and tossed it to Flossie.
After catching it, Flossie felt half awake, turned around, and walked around the front of the car towards the passenger seat.
Open the door, close the door.
Actions crisp and swift.
The car quickly started, its lights shining along the secluded road, speeding away.
The window was down, and the cool morning breeze blew in Flossie’s face, making the hot bun she had just taken out turn half cold in an instant.
After taking a bite, Flossie didn’t mind, her gaze drifted towards the scenery beside the road, her expression revealing a faint emotion, which quickly disappeared without a trace.
Vernon City, goodbye.
Even though she had given notice in advance, Flossie’s departure without saying goodbye still caused Willie Ash to be depressed for half a day.
Close to boarding time, Flossie received a call from him.
The noisy airport.
"What’s up?"
Upon answering the call, Flossie, as usual, got straight to the point.
Willie Ash, who initially wanted to make small talk, felt his mouth twitch upon hearing her direct words, and then he just said, "The rescue work at the Education Building is complete."
"Mhm, and then?"
After a pause, Willie Ash’s voice sounded somewhat desolate, "Thirteen, no survivors."
Gripping the phone tighter, Flossie’s brows furrowed, then relaxed again, "Got it."
Hearing the calm voice on the other end of the call, Willie Ash felt an inexplicable sense of loss.
He could guess that the appearance of those volunteers was Flossie’s doing, though he didn’t know where she got them from, he was indeed very touched and his view of Flossie had improved.
Her composure made him feel uncomfortable.
He was young, with an unstable character, preferring to express his views on certain matters bluntly, rather than in this elusive manner.
Did Flossie care about the lives and deaths of those children?
He didn’t know.
So, he felt uncomfortable.
All along, he had admired Flossie’s actions, but upon closer reflection, he still felt that she was somewhat detached.
After a few seconds of silence, Flossie spoke up, "If there’s nothing else, I’m going to hang up."
Before he could finish speaking, the call had been hung up.
Staring at the "Call Ended" message on his phone screen, Willie Ash felt inexplicably uneasy and sighed heavily.
Outside the airport, Gold Chain was waiting in the car.
Flossie and Perry Reed got into the car.
"Where to?"
Looking at the scenery passing by the window, Perry Reed turned back and asked Flossie.
"What about the stuff?"
Rubbing her forehead, Flossie felt somewhat tired.
Hearing the query, Gold Chain, who was driving in front, quickly took out the gun and the military knife and handed them over.
— End of Chapter 832 —