"I'll be the bait later."
She said it lightly, her expression natural, and no sign of seriousness or caution could be found.
It seemed that for Flossie Wright, this was just a whimsical decision, which did not require much contemplation.
And, it was not like she was negotiating with Glenn Hutchinson now, it was just a casual notification.
Turning to look at the cool and composed Flossie, the eyebrow creases slightly on Glenn's face, his low voice containing a hint of roughness, "It's none of your business."
He had never intended for her to be involved in this matter, she was just a new recruit on leave, and this had nothing to do with her. If they hadn't been targeted, he wouldn't have bothered.
Moreover, being bait is like feeding someone to the tiger, it's fraught with danger. If mishandled, the consequences could be more than just losing one's life.
