The Ace Sniper Wife-Chapter 1917: Softheartedness โ New Story Event (3)
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"You know me?" Flossie Wright raised her eyebrow, sidestepping her question.
"You forgot, weโve met." The woman squinted slightly, switching from English to speak in fluent Mandarin, "When you were dining with that handsome man and that lovely child."
Flossie Wright slightly furrowed her brows.
Upon careful thought, she indeed recalled a bit.
She was the woman following Perry Reedโs orders, aiming to kill Glenn Hutchinson.
Somewhat insignificant, hence not leaving a strong impression on Flossie.
"Oh," Flossie said in Chinese as well, offhandedly, "youโve seen enough, you can leave now."
"Is this your countryโs hospitality?"
"This is how we deal with unwelcome guests." Flossie maintained a calm demeanor.
"What if I donโt want to leave?"
The woman shrugged, with an air of carefree composure.
Flossie squinted her eyes slightly, her gaze carrying a hint of hostility.
"No need to rush," after a brief pause, the woman continued, "as a meeting gift, I might have some intelligence you want."
"Such as?" Flossieโs eyes suddenly glinted coldly.
"That group of peacekeepers from your country."
The woman smiled slyly, her lips curling upward.
"Speak." Flossieโs words were short and straightforward.
With a slow smile, the woman leisurely and confidently asked, "Not inviting me to sit down? Have a cup of tea or something?"
Flossieโs eyes sparkled briefly.
Flossie lifted her gaze, and said to the two people behind her, "Two cups of tea, one breakfast."
"..."
The woman understood what it meant, feeling quite speechless.
Truly a stingy person.
Howeverโ
Who would have thought that such information could change Flossieโs attitude.
Oftentimes, soldiers loyal to their country are really repulsive to her.
After giving the order, Flossie went ahead into the tent.
The woman followed unhurriedly.
The setup inside the tent was simple.
A bed and a table, plus a coat rack, everything was very simply arranged.
But what caught the womanโs attention were the various weapons in a corner.
Guns and knives were standard, besides that, there were grenades and other items, neatly arranged, with so many samples it was dazzling to behold.
The two sat down, not rushing to speak.
The woman waited for the tea to be served, meanwhile smilingly observing her.
Flossie was quite calm, just contemplating how to get rid of this unlikable woman after obtaining the intelligence.
Soon, the tea and breakfast were brought over.
Only one cup of tea was for the woman, the breakfast and the other cup of tea were for Flossie.
"Whatโs your name?"
Picking up a piece of pastry, Flossie leaned back in the chair, lazily asking.
"Ailin Miller." The womanโs smile deepened, as she caught the glint of coldness in Flossieโs eyes, and persisted, "Ailin as in โpersistentโ, Miller as in โrenownedโ, a newly chosen Chinese name, how about it?"
"Not much."
Flossie replied coolly.
Ailin Miller?
Alin Mimet?
Ailin Millet?
The implication was already obvious.
Inadvertently, Flossieโs eyes grew darker.
This woman is indeedโ
Shameless enough.
"They all say itโs quite good." Ailin Miller smiled, with a deep meaning.
Flossie gave her a cold glance.
