Chapter 14: Mrs. Wendy (Page 2/2)

Although Frank didn't mind bathing little Ciri and cleaning her body, as a mature man, he didn't want to be regarded as a pervert or a lolita control by others.

So, he left Ciri by the stove, asked the little girl to help boil water with the firewood, and he slipped out of the farmhouse alone and walked towards the village where the refugee camp was located.

He planned to find a helper among the refugees to help him take care of Ciri, the little girl, for the next period of time, and take care of the food and daily life of the two.

At this time when the refugees were in danger of losing their lives and generally worried about food and safety, such a person should not be difficult to find.

However, after arriving at the refugee camp, Frank suddenly found that some people looked at him in a completely different way than before.

He guessed that it was probably because the story of retrieving supplies or the three gangster brothers had spread, and many people knew that he was a person who was not easy to mess with, and they were secretly looking at him with strange eyes.

But Frank didn't care about these eyes. As a person of a special profession in his previous life, he often suffered such strange eyes and had long been accustomed to it.

Sometimes, being treated specially is also a good thing. It is not only conducive to spreading fame, but also more deterrent when doing things, and easier to convince people.

After walking around the village, Frank quickly used his keen observation to find a target.

This is a woman who is about 30 years old. She looks above average, has a plump figure, and has an intellectual and elegant temperament. She doesn't look like a village girl or a woman who does manual labor. She gives people a feeling that she is not good at arguing with others.

Of course, Frank chose her not because of her appearance and wanted to have sex with her.

The main reason is that this woman not only has no tent, but also no men and food around her. She can only hide in a corner to shiver. The

most important thing is that there is a girl about ten years old next to her, hugging her, probably her daughter.

In this environment of war refugees, an orphan and a widow with a child is obviously the lowest existence.

Not only do they have little ability to resist, but they also have little ability to survive.

Whether facing danger or facing the threat of bad people, such an existence is like lamb on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

I am simply doing a good deed!

Frank laughed at himself and walked towards the woman who was shivering in the cold wind.

When he approached, the woman looked up at him and seemed a little scared. She looked around and saw that everyone avoided her eyes. Then she could only hold her daughter and asked tremblingly:

"Sir, what can I do for you?" Frank

smiled and tried to make his handsome face look more friendly.

He said in a calm and sincere voice:

"It's like this, ma'am."

"My name is Frank. I am a mercenary who keeps his promise. I want to hire you to work for me until we reach a safe place."

"During this period, I will protect your safety and provide you with enough food."

"In return, you have to help me take care of a little girl, help us wash clothes and cook, and take care of our daily life."

"If you agree, we can live in a safe farmhouse tonight."

Frank politely stretched out his right hand to the woman and waited for her answer.

The woman was stunned at first, probably because she didn't expect to hear such a job.

However, she did not agree immediately, but quietly looked at Frank's appearance, and then looked at her somewhat weak daughter in her arms.

After struggling for more than ten seconds, she stretched out her hand tremblingly, held Frank's big hand, and said in a somewhat tangled voice:

"My name is Wendy, and this is my daughter Vanessa."

"I am willing to work for you, Mr. Frank, and I hope you can keep your promise and not hurt my daughter."