After a lot of fuss, I arrived here half an hour early.
Unexpectedly, the person who showed up was completely unforeseen.
Even someone I've never met before.
"Me?"
Flossie Wright stopped in front of her, calmly retorting.
"Who else?" Quinn Milton asked coldly.
After a pause, Flossie didn't respond to her, instead, she took out her phone.
She held the phone and waved it in front of Quinn.
The screen lit up, showing the message sent this afternoon.
"Are you waiting for this?"
Flossie curled her lips, squinting as she posed the question to her.
"How is the phone in your hand?"
Quinn looked at her in disbelief, almost shocked.
Could it be—
She was the one who sent the message?
Flossie shrugged but did not answer her question.
"What do you want?"
Quinn examined her, and cautiously took a step back.
The woman before her was overwhelming, her gaze alone sent chills down one's spine.
Fear crept up involuntarily.
"Let me ask you something."
