This time, Glenn Hutchinson wasn't driving his eternally unchanging military vehicle.
Instead, it was—
A very high-end Rolls-Royce.
Flossie Wright didn't know much about cars, but she could basically recognize the brand of the car at a glance.
Low-key luxury with substance, a stark contrast to the usual cool, domineering military Jeep.
"Where did this come from?"
Walking closer with Glenn Hutchinson, Flossie Wright raised an eyebrow at him instinctively.
He drove this—
Uh, to bring her food?
"A friend gave it to me."
Pulling open the passenger side door, Glenn Hutchinson answered leisurely.
Flossie Wright shot him a curious glance.
In the Forces, basic salaries aren't high. Generally speaking, kids from wealthy families wouldn't come to the Forces to endure hardship, but there were exceptions like Glenn Hutchinson, Rowdy Brightwill, and Sandy Cruz.
If he'd said it was his family's, Flossie Wright would find it believable.
But—
A friend gave it to him?
"Being kept?"
