"Mm."
Glenn Hutchinson responded gravely.
Resting his elbow on the steering wheel, Glenn Hutchinson didn't hurry to drive. Instead, he turned his head to look at Flossie Wright.
Feeling a twitch in her eyelid, Flossie Wright had a bad premonition.
Judging by Glenn Hutchinson's reaction, this matter was likely related to her inescapably.
"Speak."
Slightly furrowing her brows, Flossie Wright spoke, enunciating each word clearly.
After a brief pause.
Glenn Hutchinson looked at her sternly, then took out his phone and handed it to Flossie Wright.
"It's about Slaughter."
Glenn Hutchinson reminded.
He didn't intend to speak directly.
Ever since discovering Flossie Wright's identity as Erina Taylor, Glenn Hutchinson had specifically asked his friends in West Hare to keep an eye on Slaughter's situation.
The internal affairs of Slaughter were no longer rumors in the mercenary circle.
