Without even knocking, Flossie Wright kicked open the door.
Glenn Hutchinson, who was processing a report, winced at the loud noise. He lifted his gaze calmly, looking towards Flossie who slammed the door shut again.
Her delicate face was full of cold intent, the chilling gaze was like an ice pick, penetrating the heart. In an instant, the blood splattered, the cold air spread rapidly in the room. The faint murderous intent made one's hair stand on end.
Seeing Flossie truly angry, Glenn's demeanor remained unchanged, but he sighed inwardly, guessing that he had really made her blow her top this time.
Bard Walker, he had exposed himself again…
"Glenn Hutchinson!"
Walking steadily towards the office desk, the words Flossie spat out were like ice shards, the murderous intent that suddenly erupted made the entire office feel like an icehouse.
