Inside the room, an indescribably strong aura of violence pervaded every corner.
"Bang——"
The door was slammed shut by Glenn Hutchinson, who strode directly over here.
Suddenly, two pairs of eyes clashed in the air, both showing a trace of somberness, then slightly converging.
"What is it?" Flossie Wright's expression was cold, her clear voice grinding out two words.
By now, Glenn Hutchinson had already walked up to her and stopped stably in front of her.
"What is it?" With narrowed eyes, Glenn Hutchinson spoke in nearly the same tone.
"Something."
Flossie coldly replied.
"Something."
So, Glenn Hutchinson responded with suppressed anger.
Furrowing her brow deeply, Flossie's gaze turned fierce, her voice calm yet cold as the wind, "You first."
Speak?
The just-suppressed anger instantly flared up again!
