The Ace Sniper Wife-Chapter 1781: Then Go Do Something

Leaving the scene of chaos, Flossie Wright and Glenn Hutchinson arrived at a restaurant.

It was an ordinary restaurant, featuring some local specialty dishes. Such restaurants were ubiquitous in the city, with nothing special about either the exterior decor or interior design.

However, it was Glenn Hutchinson who had spent over half an hour finding it.

"You order."

Looking at the menu handed to her, Flossie Wright absentmindedly said to Glenn Hutchinson.

Glenn Hutchinson glanced at her.

Without saying a word, he took back the menu and quickly ordered several dishes.

Flossie Wright propped her chin with one hand, lazily gazing outside.

"How’s his skill?"

Lightly tapping her fingers on the tabletop, Flossie suddenly asked Glenn.

Glenn Hutchinson thought for a moment, gave her a meaningful look, and commented, "Average."

It couldn’t be more obvious who Flossie was referring to.

However—

To be rated "average" by Glenn Hutchinson, at the very least, one’s combat power should be on Becca Reyes’ level.

"Motivation then?" Flossie lightly raised an eyebrow.

"What do you think?"

Glenn Hutchinson asked leisurely in return.

Shrugging, Flossie asked, "Money?"

"Perhaps something else."

With a mysterious smile, Glenn Hutchinson replied.

Understanding immediately, Flossie withdrew her gaze. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The motive hadn’t been confirmed yet, so they could only speculate, and which possibility seemed more likely depended on the analysis.

Glenn Hutchinson had interacted with the murderer; his opinion was more accurate than Flossie’s, which is why she asked him.

However, judging by this ambiguous answer, Flossie estimated it wasn’t much different from her own guess.

"Does the police lack snipers?"

Glancing at him, Flossie asked unhurriedly.

With a cool look in his eyes, Glenn Hutchinson answered emphatically, "No shortage."

"Oh."

Responding, Flossie remained indifferent, clearly not taking it seriously.

Sure enough, she did not continue on that topic.

After a moment of silence, Glenn Hutchinson seemed to recall something and suspiciously stared at Flossie several times.

Flossie glanced back at him, and the moment their eyes met, she slightly raised her brows.

Signaling him to speak up.

Pausing slightly, Glenn Hutchinson warned gravely, "You need to rest."

"Mm."

Flossie nodded perfunctorily.

Clearly not at all convincing!

"Flossie Wright."

Glenn Hutchinson called out her name deliberately.

Flossie leaned back in her chair, looking at him coolly, without a hint of seriousness.

"What?"

Raising an eyebrow, Flossie asked.

"From this moment on," Glenn leaned forward slightly, fixing his gaze on Flossie, his tone undeniable, "don’t leave my line of sight."

"I’m still on vacation."

Flossie replied coldly.

"I’m your instructor; vacation or not, I’m still your instructor." Glenn Hutchinson warned.

Flossie touched her nose.

She didn’t respond immediately.

Fortunately, the waiter arrived timely, interrupting the stalemate between the two on this topic.

Two bowls of rice were already served.

Flossie glanced at the dining table, then picked up the rice and chopsticks, ready to eat.

Glenn Hutchinson stared at her for nearly ten minutes.

Yet, Flossie acted as if she hadn’t noticed, casually eating her meal under his gaze.