As expected, Flossie Wright's calm demeanor indeed piqued his curiosity.
It wasn't anything else, he just wanted to see if she was bluffing or if she truly had a trump card.
Honestly...
The knife wound really hurt.
It hurt so much that he wanted to chop this woman into pieces.
But, on the surface, he remained composed.
"You win," sweat densely appeared on his forehead, yet Gavin's smile only deepened, and he even gentlemanly gestured towards Flossie Wright to where the phone was placed, "Please go ahead."
Flossie Wright followed the direction Gavin pointed.
There was a small table there.
The phone was placed on it.
However, it was certain that the phone didn't belong to Gavin either.
She put a military knife back, but her right hand still held a tactical knife, clearly indicating she couldn't relax her guard against Gavin in the slightest.
As she walked over, Flossie gave Gavin a special glance.
