Chapter 965
Chapter 965: Your Sniper Is Not Worthy of Her (4)_1
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Neal Thompson scanned Flossie Wright from head to toe, only to see that her left finger was wrapped in a bandage, which only made him believe Mia Lawson’s words even more.
How bad can a finger injury be?
At most a little cut.
I’ve never seen anyone so delicate, wrapping up their finger so tightly, she must be looking for an excuse to be lazy again.
A flame of anger surged in Neal Thompson’s heart as he looked at her with disdain and sneered, "You’re allowed to play with your phone during training?"
"I took a leave," Flossie replied indifferently.
"For such a minor injury, you took a leave?!"
Flossie couldn’t be bothered with him.
Such unreasonable behavior, it must be instigated by Mia Lawson without a doubt.
Getting worked up like this is really not suited for doing bad things.
"Flossie Wright!"
As she turned away, Neal Thompson stamped his foot in anger and took a few steps to confront her face to face.
Flossie didn’t reply.
A new round of the game began.
Being ignored like this completely set Neal Thompson on fire; he ground his teeth, clenched his fists tightly, and then reached straight for Flossie’s phone.
Let you play!
Raising an eyebrow, Flossie’s lips curled into a smile as she easily dodged his move.
Having trained in combat with Mariana Buck for so long, even if Neal Thompson had some skills, in front of Flossie, he was only fit to be toyed with.
Grabbing at thin air, Neal Thompson’s hand froze mid-air; when he lifted his eyes and caught sight of Flossie’s faint smile, it nearly drove him up the wall.
Before he could act, Flossie had already put down her phone, grabbed his collar, and hauled him towards her with a jerk.
Under the pull of her strength, Neal Thompson distinctly felt his body lose control as he stumbled forward, only stopping abruptly upon colliding with Flossie.
𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
She pulled him down, making him bend over to look down at Flossie.
Flossie tilted her head up slightly.
Face to face, they locked eyes with each other.
After a moment’s pause, Neal Thompson took a deep breath and spoke angrily, "You want to..."
"Did she tell you?"
With a deeper smile on her lips, Flossie lightly raised her eyebrows, casually asking.
"What are you talking about."
Frowning, Neal Thompson appeared slightly flustered, but pretended to be clueless.
Flossie’s expression was cold, and she spoke deliberately, "The thing where she wants to kill me."
"How could she..." Before he could finish, Neal Thompson immediately caught on and said coldly, "I don’t know who you’re talking about."
Flossie let out a low laugh.
Realizing his awkward position, Neal Thompson glared at her fiercely and demanded, "Let me go!"
"Behave," Flossie leaned in slightly, her lips curving as she came close to his ear, her voice icy, "Otherwise, I can kill you at any time."
Neal Thompson was stunned.
The light words carried a chilling intent that crept up on Neal Thompson, making his skin crawl.
The next moment, Flossie let him go.
Neal Thompson swayed before steadying himself.
His mind still in disarray, Neal Thompson quickly glanced at Flossie, only to see that she had already lowered her head, continuing to play with her phone.
As if nothing had happened.
A silent fear spread through his heart, and Neal Thompson subconsciously raised his hand to his chest.
His heart was racing.
He felt extremely uneasy.
Quietly stepping back, Neal Thompson glanced at the kitchen’s back door, then turned and hurried towards the Dormitory.
He had completely forgotten what he came to the kitchen for.
— End of Chapter 965 —