Flynn Morris carefully observed the traces on her face, "They've pulled up the body."
"Really?" Her expression was one of sorrow. "Then we must hurry and notify Aunt Harper."
She sure had no trouble calling her 'Aunt.'
Following her lead, Flynn Morris agreed, "Indeed, we must notify her."
Rae Bennett didn't mind helping out, "She's in Exhibition Area B2." Her hands clasped in front of her, she stood obediently, "Go on, Sir Morris."
Flynn Morris suddenly felt as though he was being led by the nose.
He waved his hand and headed towards Area B2.
"Right." Rae Bennett stopped him, her tone both coy and polite, "Sir Morris, please don't disrupt Mr. Wyatt's photography exhibition."
Such a sly fox.
If this matter didn't involve her, Flynn Morris would write his own name backwards.
