Chapter 1770
Chapter 1770: Guard Against Fire, Theft, and Hutchinson (3)
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This time, Glenn Hutchinson wasn’t driving his eternally unchanging military vehicle.
Instead, it was—
A very high-end Rolls-Royce.
Flossie Wright didn’t know much about cars, but she could basically recognize the brand of the car at a glance.
Low-key luxury with substance, a stark contrast to the usual cool, domineering military Jeep.
"Where did this come from?"
Walking closer with Glenn Hutchinson, Flossie Wright raised an eyebrow at him instinctively.
He drove this—
Uh, to bring her food?
"A friend gave it to me."
Pulling open the passenger side door, Glenn Hutchinson answered leisurely.
Flossie Wright shot him a curious glance.
In the Forces, basic salaries aren’t high. Generally speaking, kids from wealthy families wouldn’t come to the Forces to endure hardship, but there were exceptions like Glenn Hutchinson, Rowdy Brightwill, and Sandy Cruz.
If he’d said it was his family’s, Flossie Wright would find it believable.
A friend gave it to him?
"Being kept?"
Not in a hurry to sit inside, Flossie Wright asked curiously.
Glenn Hutchinson’s mouth twitched.
He paused, frowning as he was just about to explain, but Flossie Wright suddenly sat inside, closing the door at the same time.
Through the window, Glenn Hutchinson looked at Flossie Wright sitting calmly inside, her emotions seemingly unchanged. His furrowed brow tightened as he walked around the front of the car to the driver’s side.
Flossie Wright had just casually asked, knowing seven or eight inside out. So as soon as she got in, she started closing her eyes to rest.
Glenn Hutchinson naturally wouldn’t disturb her.
Poor comrade Hutchinson felt dejected the entire way.
Since it wasn’t a long journey, Flossie Wright intended to take a catnap, but unknowingly fell asleep. When her subconscious realized it had been about half an hour, she suddenly woke up.
As soon as she opened her eyes, outside were neon lights flashing, the street bustling with cars, dazzling buildings completely different from her memory of the Road.
Coincidentally, within two seconds, the car passed by a road sign. Flossie squinted, looking carefully, realizing it was in the completely opposite direction of the hospital.
"Where are we going?"
Turning her head to glance at Glenn Hutchinson, Flossie Wright asked with furrowed brows.
Focusing on driving, Glenn Hutchinson answered directly.
Flossie Wright looked momentarily stunned.
Before she could continue questioning, the car turned a corner and stopped outside a hotel.
Glancing at her, Glenn Hutchinson said slowly, casually pulled out the keys, and opened the car door.
Soon got out.
Raised her eyebrows, Flossie Wright followed and got out of the car.
Handing the keys to someone to park the car, Glenn Hutchinson directly led Flossie Wright into the hotel.
"What are we doing?"
With furrowed brows, when Flossie Wright asked, her voice turned slightly cold.
No explanation, directly bringing her to the hotel, what’s the meaning?
"Get a room."
Glancing at the people around them, Glenn Hutchinson said in a low voice and immediately wrapped his arm around Flossie Wright’s waist.
Soon, they reached the elevator, pressing the button to go up.
Feeling the person next to him fuming, Glenn Hutchinson grinned slightly, leaned close to her ear, seemingly whispering intimately.
"I’ll explain it to you then."
The words leisurely landed on her ears.
Carrying an unusual aura.
Flossie Wright shot him a sidelong glance.
— End of Chapter 1770 —