Chapter 1983
Chapter 1983: My Name Is Daisy Deacon (1)
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The next day.
Flossie Wright, who had been up til midnight, surprisingly woke up at six o’clock on the dot.
When she opened her eyes, the man beside her had already gotten up and was standing by the bed putting on his coat.
Ordinary combat uniforms required quite many pieces of equipment, but on Glenn Hutchinson, his tall figure still looked elegant. As her gaze slightly moved up, Flossie noticed the hat on his head.
"Where’s that blue hat?" Flossie raised an eyebrow.
She was referring to the blue beret.
"Ugly." Glenn Hutchinson slightly furrowed his brow.
Flossie touched her nose, changed the topic, and continued, "I’m going to see Ice."
As he paused while fastening the last button, Glenn Hutchinson slightly lowered his eyelids, a tinge of worry visible in his eyes, "I’ll find someone to accompany you."
An outright rejection, leaving no room for negotiation.
Going out with an escort? How embarrassing.
"I’m not worried about you getting into trouble," Glenn Hutchinson’s expression was faint as he reined in that hint of worry, "I’m worried you’ll seek it out."
"..." Flossie’s face darkened.
Even though she was disliked, regardless of how Glenn Hutchinson felt, Flossie’s decisions were hardly ever changed.
Even if everything that happened last night seemed to have inadvertently changed something.
But on the whole, it wouldn’t change.
When faced with Flossie’s insistence, Glenn Hutchinson always had no choice but to compromise.
"Be careful."
Raising his hand to ruffle her hair, Glenn Hutchinson resignedly lowered his eyes and reminded her.
Lifting her eyelids, Flossie brushed his hand away.
Glenn Hutchinson gave a few more nagging instructions to Flossie, to which she perfunctorily agreed, but she basically didn’t take them to heart. By the time Glenn Hutchinson left, Flossie had already forgotten what he had said.
Getting out of bed and changing into casual clothes, Flossie packed her gear and went out the door.
During these days, Flossie had been wandering around the campsite, making her presence felt, and nearly all the Eastern soldiers knew her rank and identity by now. Even the ambiguous relationship she had with Glenn Hutchinson had been recounted numerous times. This time, with Glenn’s approval for her to go out, naturally no one stopped her.
Riding that flashy black off-road motorcycle, Flossie finally exited the camp again.
Perhaps because it was still early, the road was clear without any obstruction, and Flossie easily arrived at Anonymous’s campsite.
Almost as soon as she stopped, Flossie heard the synchronized calls.
Flossie got off the bike.
As she reached the gate, the two familiar guards were visibly excited.
"Where’s Ice?" she asked them, her eyes lifting.
"In the tent." One of them promptly answered.
Flossie nodded slightly and then walked straight inside.
Meanwhile, the two guards outside exchanged a meaningful look.
Will R come back in this state?
Losing R as an asset would be a significant loss for Anonymous.
Flossie made her way to Ice’s tent with practiced ease, occasionally encountering a few early risers along the way who greeted her with expressions of surprise and joy. Flossie usually responded with a nod.
As she arrived outside the tent and was about to enter, she saw the curtain move and someone emerged from inside.
— End of Chapter 1983 —