Seven-character regulated poem

Chapter 368: Hothouse Flower

Chapter 368: Chapter 368: Hothouse Flower


Thomas Grant’s questioning made both Director Wright and Owen Shaw’s expressions turn grim.


They were racking their brains trying to help July Quinn retort, but unexpectedly, July Quinn spoke first.


"Is going to college that important? Let’s take a step back; even if you’re not very bright, you could just rely on your family to get through college, only to come out as a useless person anyway. And if your reaction skills aren’t sharp, participating in missions like yours is clearly just a hindrance."


July Quinn didn’t just challenge Thomas Grant but threw the problem back at him.


"So do you want someone who’s gone to college but would hold you back during the mission, or someone who hasn’t gone to college but can help you succeed?"


Wendy Tierney gave July Quinn a cold glance.


Unexpectedly, this woman is pretty sharp-tongued.


"Asking like that, anyone who’s not stupid would choose the latter. But who knows, in the end, if you might be the one dragging us down? Some things can’t just be proven by talk."


Wendy Tierney thought that July Quinn should quit while she’s ahead.


Otherwise, if something really happens, it’ll be too late for regrets.


Unexpectedly, July Quinn walked right up to her, raised an eyebrow, and looked her in the eye: "So why not see for yourself?"


In Wendy Tierney’s view, this was July Quinn throwing down the gauntlet!


Darn it, ever since she joined the Vanguard Corps, who hadn’t been flattering her?


Yet today, she’s been provoked by a mere girl.


Wendy Tierney naturally couldn’t swallow this.


However, as the Vice Leader of the Vanguard Corps, and much older than this young girl,


attacking July Quinn straight away would surely lead to gossip, so perhaps...


Wendy Tierney already had a plan and quickly hid her displeasure.


"Alright then, we’ll see for ourselves."


Flowers that grew in a greenhouse often get scared stiff when faced with real bullets.


Moreover, she’s quite pretty.


Those criminals love this type of beautiful yet unthreatening woman the most.


If they run into each other, and those desperados fancy July Quinn, she’d just let the others turn a blind eye and let them take July Quinn away.


How would she survive as a young and beautiful girl in the hands of those desperados?


As for Lord Keaton, she’d just come up with some excuse about the enemy being too strong, and how they could only protect the escort target should be enough to get by.


Besides, in Wendy Tierney’s eyes, Lord Keaton surely wouldn’t go against those who risk their lives for him over a stranger.


With that decided, Wendy Tierney ordered the other team members to start lifting Darren into the modified bus.


The other members got on the bus one after another too.


Thomas Grant hesitated: "Wendy, are we really letting her come with us? This girl who knows nothing—it’s troublesome if she ends up crying in fear!"


Thomas Grant feared weepy women most.


Just thinking about having to comfort them after they got scared made his head hurt.


Wendy Tierney responded with a smile: "No worries, Grant, if she ends up crying scared, I’ll comfort her."


It’s just uncertain whether July Quinn will live long enough to be saved and comforted.


"Alright then, everyone should be cautious today."


Thomas Grant called out.


The other members laughed: "With you and the beautiful Wendy here, we’ll certainly return safely. What exactly are you worried about?"


Thomas Grant didn’t respond.


Because for some reason, he felt the matter this time was not that simple.


Soon, Darren was settled in the modified bus.


The others got on the bus one after another too.


July Quinn and Owen Shaw also boarded the vehicle.


The bus quickly headed toward the border.


Before long, three hours had passed, and they reached Aphelion’s border, where the bustling cityscape had gradually been replaced by desolate yellow soil.


July Quinn stared at a few boxes of instant noodles, her stomach growling incessantly.


"When are we going to eat?"