Wearing a black wide-brimmed hat that obscured her forehead and brows, Flossie Wright revealed only her gloomy and sharp eyes, a high-bridged nose, tightly pursed thin lips, and a chiseled profile.
She looked stunning.
Flossie Wright stopped in her tracks, a smile emerging in her expression as she playfully whistled.
At the sound, the people around them looked over, but when they got a clear view, they saw a handsome man and a beautiful woman standing opposite each other. The man exuded a relaxed charm and mesmerizing handsomeness, while the woman was refreshingly clean and as beautiful as a painting.
What a perfect match.
"Did you get it done?"
Looking at the man before her, Flossie asked him.
"Mm."
"The plane tickets?"
"Nine o'clock, tomorrow."
After thinking for a moment, Flossie asked again, "And the people?"
Raising an eyebrow, Perry Reed smiled boastfully, "They're all waiting."
The "people" Flossie was referring to were procured by Perry Reed from Daisy Deacon.
