Various persuasions poured in like a torrent of water, but the calm Flossie Wright remained nonchalant. Sweat dripped off the face of the hostess, it didn't matter how chilling the wind was, a full body sweat broke through.
For some reason, she was sure that the woman who had grabbed her bag knew exactly what was inside it!
"What's going on?"
At that moment, Rowdy Brightwill finally squeezed out of the cinema. He immediately spotted Flossie Wright, surrounded by a crowd. When he walked over, he happened to notice a bullet embedded in the ground. Instinctively, his sense of caution rose. He quickly pushed through the crowd to get to Flossie's side.
"See for yourself."
Glancing at Rowdy Brightwill, whose face showed concern, Flossie casually tossed the bag into his hand.
This time, it was not Flossie looking for trouble; trouble had, quite coincidentally, found her.
