Lazily lifting his eyes, Glenn Hutchinson's voice suddenly dropped, his words coming out forcefully.
Almost subconsciously, Flossie Wright started getting up from her seat before she even had a chance to react. But before she could assume an "at attention" posture, her brain caught up with her actions.
She lowered her gaze and saw Glenn Hutchinson's eyes filled with amusement. Her face immediately darkened with displeasure.
For some reason, she felt very annoyed.
Slowly rising, Glenn Hutchinson closed her notebook and watched her, his voice firm and compelling, "I'll come with you."
The expression on Flossie Wright's face turned even colder. For some reason, she found it difficult to outright refuse him.
This was not the military, she had every right to refuse.
However, this bustling metropolis, the intrigue of this home, this world of glitter and gold didn't belong to her.
At least, it wasn't hers right now.
