Rogue! Scoundrel!
Blue veins bulging at her temples, Flossie Wright spat in disgust.
This isn't some domineering, cold-blooded Instructor. He's just a shameless rogue!
"Let go."
She slightly tilted her head, squinting her eyes, a flash of murderous intent sliding through her pupils.
Glenn Hutchinson, however, didn't take her threat seriously. Matching her gaze, he coolly pointed out, "Assaulting an officer is a serious crime."
Flossie's hands clenched tightly.
Immediately after, she let go.
"Fine, officer, have it your way!" Flossie didn't bother resisting anymore, exuding a sense of resigned frustration. "You want to punish me militarily?"
Having spent years wandering, Flossie had learned many things. Among them was a keen sense of timing. If a frontal assault wasn't feasible, she'd simply take a detour. Occasionally admitting defeat was no big deal, begrudging grievances could always be resolved later, steadily, as opportunities arose.
