Grinding her teeth in frustration, the woman angrily took out her phone from her bag. After reporting the situation over a call, she glanced at the time displayed on her phone.
Five minutes...
Well, five minutes it is.
...
By the time Flossie Wright reappeared, the waiter had already served four or five dishes of undercooked food. They enthusiastically greeted Flossie, as if there was some unspoken understanding between them.
"Sister!"
Meanwhile, Flynn Reid Hutchinson, who was appreciatively examining the dishes, caught sight of Flossie's figure. He waved at her joyously, his previous displeasure vanished without a trace.
Without her coat and wearing a white long-sleeve shirt, Flossie looked somewhat frail. Combined with her already slender figure, no one would guess that she could pose any sort of threat.
"Let's go."
Approaching the table, Flossie extended her hand to Flynn Reid, but she was speaking to Glenn Hutchinson on the other side.
"Hmm."
