"You know, um, the campus queen," Flossie Wright shrugged and asked straightforwardly, "You have her number, right?"
Upon hearing her question, Julie Nixon became even more wary.
Every move she made indicated to him that she wasn't up to anything good.
Steeling himself, Julie slightly lowered his gaze and asked cautiously, "Which campus queen?"
"The one named Quinn, your classmate."
Squinting her eyes, Flossie Wright said leisurely.
Such a clear relationship, she had naturally investigated thoroughly.
"What do you want with her?"
Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, Julie Nixon's expression immediately turned cold.
His wariness towards Flossie Wright was also clearly displayed.
"It's naturally," Flossie Wright suddenly opened her mouth slowly, raised her hand, tossing a military knife up and down in her hand, she nonchalantly added, "to repay old grievances and settle scores."
Her words landed.
The cold tone carried danger and threat, hitting directly.
