Chapter 819: Chapter 819 Episode 049 Sister-in-Law is Good (2)_1
Alright!
All these years, that impulsive and reckless character that only resorts to fists to solve problems, hasn’t changed at all!
"Hey, what are you laughing at," the man couldn’t figure out her thoughts and quickly urged, "If we don’t act now, he’ll escape!"
Looking up and toward the place where the reporter had been standing, sure enough, the other party had already turned around and was hurrying away, preparing to make a quick escape.
"Think you can handle him?"
Flossie Wright cocked an eyebrow and asked nonchalantly, turning her head.
"Nonsense!"
Taking her question firmly, the man showed his muscular arm, saying irritably, "With that sissy look of his, he’d be lucky to withstand one of my punches."
"Buddy," Flossie Wright tapped his chest with the back of her hand and smiled, "then please, haul him over here."
"Got it!"
He agreed in one breath.
The next moment, the man leaped and slid right down.
Meanwhile—
Not far away, the reporter seemed to sense something off, hurriedly looked back, and upon seeing a man chasing after him, immediately turned and sprinted away.
One running, one chasing.
This scene was like a childhood game, Flossie Wright squinting her eyes with a smile as she watched.
That man’s name was Chris Cartwright.
Two years older than Erina Taylor, had always been a street thug from Qingshan Street, the "bad kid" many parents warned their own children to stay away from.
But, he got along with Erina Taylor.
He was straightforward, valued friendship and loyalty, and although impulsive, liked to resolve issues with his fists, his heart was in the right place.
At least, more reasonable than the so-called intellectuals.
Just like now.
"You..."
The woman who was thrown to the ground, after being helped up by her husband, pointed shakily at Flossie Wright, her whole body seething with resentment and hatred.
Clenching her fist, Flossie Wright moved her wrist and looked at her with a smile, "Want another beating?"
Fury flaring, the woman tried to shake off her husband unwillingly, but he gripped her tightly.
"Enough! What’s more important, the child or your venting?"
Scolding her irritably, the man was obviously very angry too, grabbing her arm so hard that even the hem of her clothes distorted from his grip.
The woman paused, startled, then stopped.
Looking at her husband, surprise filled her eyes, which quickly turned to anger and dissatisfaction. After a storm of emotions, a wordless sorrow took over.
"Ahh..."
The woman buried her face in the man’s body, crying out in a breakdown.
Having listened to her wailing all morning, and now to these sobs, Flossie Wright was genuinely annoyed but didn’t say a word to stop it.
She couldn’t understand the woman’s behavior, nor did she want to.
In a crisis, it’s only natural to be panicked, anxious, and at a loss, but blaming others or oneself doesn’t solve anything; it only complicates the problem.
The man cautiously glanced at Flossie Wright several times, then immediately pulled the woman up and led her away.
Anyone with a bit of sense could see that Flossie Wright was not someone to be trifled with.
She had a fierceness about her.
Uncommon.
Decisive, dangerous, ruthless.
Ordinary people wouldn’t dare provoke her.
...
In less than five minutes.
Chris Cartwright appeared, dragging the reporter with him.
His method was simple and rough, seizing the other’s collar and dragging him over here. What had been a relatively clean outfit was now covered with mud and dust, and the reporter, looking miserably disheveled, had an angry and twisted expression that was extremely unsightly.
