Chapter 915
Chapter 915: The 61st Message from Hutchinson on Whatsapp (5)_1
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At a pause in the conversation, Nancy Phillips raised her hand, her index finger pressing against his chest, "You have no right to intervene in my affairs."
Rowdy Brightwill’s face changed instantaneously.
And, with a glance at him, Nancy Phillips let out a cold huff, then bypassed him and walked toward the door.
Rowdy Brightwill stood rooted to the spot.
For a long while.
Eventually, he bit down hard and turned to leave.
Shooting Range.
Flossie Wright finished shooting all her bullets at maximum speed.
And made sure her results were satisfactory.
By the time Rowdy Brightwill arrived, Flossie Wright was already on her last magazine.
Bang bang bang——
Calm, composed, silent.
Her slender eyes narrowed, her gaze deep and bottomless, a chill seeping from the depths, such that even the feeble sunlight that fell in her eyes held only an icy cold temperature.
It was as though she was contending with something, every bullet wrapped in a murderous aura, then ruthlessly piercing the target paper over five hundred meters away.
It was enough to make one’s heart race with fear.
Until the last bullet was fired.
Flossie Wright set down her Type 95.
Soon, Rowdy Brightwill approached.
"What are you doing?"
Looking up at him, Flossie Wright’s face still devoid of warmth, a trace of murderous intent swept towards Rowdy, causing him to shiver to his core.
Quickly, Flossie Wright averted her gaze.
Rowdy Brightwill snapped out of it.
After a pause, Rowdy Brightwill said gently, "Fifty laps, I’ll run with you."
Flossie Wright shrugged and walked away.
Rowdy Brightwill hurriedly followed, "How high is your fever?"
"Don’t know."
"You didn’t take your temperature?"
"Did you take medicine?"
"Then you..."
"Can you be quiet?" she suddenly turned around, Flossie Wright glancing at him.
Hesitating, Rowdy Brightwill nodded earnestly.
Yet, he still followed Flossie Wright as she left.
Not far off——
Nancy Phillips watched them, her face cold, as they walked towards the training field.
She felt particularly displeased.
As the two figures in her view moved farther and farther away, until they were just a dot in the distance, Nancy Phillips couldn’t help but sigh deeply.
"What’s wrong, you look unhappy."
Having checked the area, Ciara Clark came over, smiling as she asked her.
As a deputy, Ciara Clark naturally wasn’t as strict; she had gotten along rather well with the trainees over the past few days. With a naturally good temperament, her face wore a light smile, a stark contrast to Nancy Phillips.
"It’s nothing."
Nancy Phillips replied indifferently.
"Pfft," Ciara Clark laughed out loud, the amusement clear in her eyes, "Are you jealous?"
"Jealous of who?"
Nancy Phillips, slightly embarrassed, glared at her, but her ears gradually reddened.
"Of Flossie Wright," Ciara Clark spread her hands, "Don’t you like Rowdy Brightwill? If you’re not jealous of Flossie Wright, everyone knows a bit about how close Rowdy Brightwill is with Flossie Wright; who else could you be jealous of?"
"Don’t talk nonsense!"
Nancy Phillips frowned, objecting.
𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
"Your EQ is really low," Ciara Clark said, surprised at her serious objection, then shook her head and pushed a human-shaped target in front of her.
"Whose is it?" Nancy Phillips asked instinctively, not even clearing seeing the target.
Popping her head from behind the target, Ciara Clark raised her hand, pointed at the target, and said softly, "Flossie, Wright."
— End of Chapter 915 —