Chapter 841
Chapter 841: Story No. 051 Bard Walker’s Fury (4)_1
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Flossie Wright’s expression remained indifferent as she calmly countered.
Neal Thompson was choked up, nearly unable to catch his breath.
He had never seen such blatant sophistry.
"Don’t give me that crap, the Forces have their rules, and these dishes—" He raised his hand, pointing at the few dishes on the table, Neal Thompson said sternly, "these dishes, although not expensive, even if they were bought for a penny, they are still the nation’s! The people’s! Without approval from above, how dare you take liberties with them?!"
After catching his breath, Neal Thompson glared at her angrily, "Flossie Wright, don’t you get too lawless!"
Gradually, Flossie Wright’s expression cooled.
Unfortunately, after the hustle and bustle of the day, her mood was far from good.
These tasty dishes had just lifted her spirits a bit,
Inside the kitchen, after hesitating and struggling, Yvonne Watson finally stepped out.
"Vice squad leader, I made these dishes."
Her voice was very steady, showing not a trace of panic.
Walking out the back door, Yvonne Watson approached until she was about two meters in front of Neal Thompson and stopped.
Looking up, she slightly pursed her lips, her expression particularly determined, meeting Neal Thompson’s scrutinous gaze without a hint of timidity.
This demeanor couldn’t help but surprise Neal Thompson.
In his memory, he had never seen Yvonne Watson like this.
The Yvonne Watson of the past was always timid and frail, easily bullied, often trying to please him. But, recently, it seems she had been influenced by Flossie Wright and Becca Reyes, becoming more defiant, and would often resist him.
This irritated him deeply, and his retaliation against Yvonne Watson became even more severe.
However, recently when facing him, Yvonne Watson either avoided him or was nervous.
This kind of composure and calmness was truly unexpected for Neal Thompson.
But no matter what, Yvonne Watson’s act of defending Flossie Wright soured Neal Thompson’s already foul mood to the extreme.
"You made them?" Neal Thompson’s words were laced with sarcasm as he scoffed at her, "Yvonne Watson, as a cook, you not only didn’t stop an outsider from entering the kitchen, you even helped her cook, seriously violating discipline... Yvonne Watson, are you not afraid of being recorded for misconduct?!"
Yvonne Watson clenched her fists.
The habitual nervousness and fear, facing such a blunt reprimand, made Yvonne Watson feel quite guilty.
But, there was also some relief.
She had always been afraid of making mistakes, always cautious in everything she did. Neal Thompson knew this, and would command her to do anything, and she would obediently comply.
Gradually, she learned to resist.
Despite Neal Thompson’s increasingly nasty attitude towards her.
She had made a mistake.
Strangely, that feeling of letting everything go was very satisfying.
So what if she made a mistake?
So what if she was recorded for misconduct?
She didn’t care anymore!
Suddenly, she remembered that she had once envied Flossie Wright’s "mistakes," her audacity to challenge anyone and do whatever she wanted.
At that time, excessive envy turned into jealousy.
Now, having truly crossed that barrier, she realized that it really wasn’t a big deal.
"She was hungry." Yvonne Watson unclenched her fingers, her voice calm as she explained, "We are here to serve the other Soldiers, if they are hungry it is our duty, naturally, to provide them with an extra meal."
Neal Thompson trembled with anger.
Another one twisting words!
"Rules are rules, breaking the rules means punishment, making food without permission, does that mean that anytime they are hungry from training, they can just go into the kitchen?!"
— End of Chapter 841 —