Chapter 861
Chapter 861: Episode 054 You Killed Him, I’ll Drive You to Your Death (5)_1
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"I’m not angry,"
she said indifferently, waving her hand to push his head away.
he tightened his grip around her, no intention of letting go.
"Speak if you have something to say,"
Flossie glanced at him.
"Is it possible for you to fall for me?" he asked in a low voice, filled with deep helplessness.
"I don’t know."
At the mention of this, Flossie slightly lowered her eyes.
"What about Glenn Hutchinson?"
There was a hint of testing in her casual inquiry.
Her heart gave a "thump."
With a stern face, Flossie frowned, but did not answer.
Seeing her expression, Perry Reed was slightly stunned. Then, his pupils shrunk, and his deep, dark eyes surged with undercurrents, a sign of impending danger.
"Feeling something?"
The smile at the corners of his mouth deepened, Perry Reed asked nonchalantly.
"What do you want to do?" Flossie’s brow furrowed even tighter, even showing a bit of wariness.
"If you like him, then I’ll kill him," Perry Reed’s voice was low and hoarse as he smiled recklessly, "You take a liking to one, I kill one."
"Are you insane?"
Flossie’s eyes turned cold.
This man, his words were as good as his deeds.
Those who had dealt with him knew well the evil in his nature. Erina Taylor could get close to him because they shared common interests and mutual admiration.
He was ruthless in his actions, yet he never targeted Erina Taylor.
They had been through life and death together and had the most basic trust.
But, after all, he was Perry Reed. He would listen to Erina Taylor’s words and take her advice, but would not be manipulated by others in everything.
"You forced this."
Each word delivered with a chill.
"All right then."
Suddenly raising her hand, a military knife spun in her palm and was then fiercely slapped onto the table, causing it to even tremble.
A "bang" startled the waiter who was about to knock on the door outside.
"If you kill him, I’ll drive you to death."
Flossie’s face was cold, and her tone was even colder.
No sooner had her voice faded.
Flossie stood up and went straight to the door, pulling open the tightly shut door.
The waiter, who was about to knock, saw the door suddenly open and was instantly stuck in place.
"Bringing food?"
Standing at the door, Flossie was quite impatient, raising an eyebrow.
"Uh... yes."
𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
Coming to his senses, the waiter nodded hurriedly.
After a glance inside, Flossie spoke coldly and, after speaking, pulled the door wide open and walked straight out.
Working here for two years, the waiter considered himself experienced, assuming they were just quarreling lovers, he bravely stepped inside.
Upon entering, he felt a depressing aura, a terrifying oppression rushing straight forward. He nervously raised his eyes to meet a pair of sinister and dangerous eyes, causing him to shudder and nearly drop the dishes in his hand.
He went over in a flurry, shakily putting the food on the table.
The waiter breathed a sigh of relief and turned to run out.
However, the man sitting aside suddenly stood up, swept his palm across the table, grabbed a military knife, and strode towards the door.
When Perry Reed saw Flossie, she was sitting shoulder to shoulder with Lucas Cook on a bench at the beach outside.
He had not walked far when he could hear their conversation.
"Did you guys have a fight?" Lucas gossiped.
"He has a bad temper..." Flossie’s voice was languid.
"With his physique, looks, and aura, it’s normal for him to have a bad temper."
Flossie’s interest was piqued. She raised her hand to his shoulder, "You’re the only one who—"
Her words stopped abruptly.
The unsheathed military knife came from behind, resting directly beneath his neck.
Without guessing, she knew who was standing behind her.
Without turning her head, Flossie touched her nose and silently withdrew her hand.
The weather was quite cold.
With his life threatened by a knife, Lucas’s face was stiff.
Flossie gave him a sidelong glance.
However, before she could defuse the situation, she heard the sound of engines revving, growing louder as they approached. Raising an eyebrow, she looked up to see a familiar motorcycle speeding past, and the one riding it was...
Marcel Smith.
At the same time—
No sooner had his bike passed than five others like sharp arrows chased after him, their faces menacing, as if eager to flay and eviscerate Marcel!
The opportunity for "returning a favor" had come.
Flossie stood up leisurely.
One after another, motorcycles sped past her, kicking up whirlwinds of sand. Flossie narrowed her eyes slightly and took two steps forward.
Seeing the last motorcycle approaching at high speed, Flossie raised her eyebrows, leaped over, and kicked the rider’s shoulder. Caught off guard, he was kicked off the bike by her!
The next moment, there was a new rider. Flossie sat steadily on the motorcycle.
Flossie’s actions took everyone by surprise, and by the time Perry Reed realized what she intended to do, she had already begun driving the motorcycle, racing away!
— End of Chapter 861 —