Flossie Wright tilted her head slightly, looking down at the Trident Folding Knife with some hesitation.
This knife, after all, was quite handy.
"Unwilling?" Rowdy Brightwill quirked a brow.
Gazing slightly down, Flossie Wright walked to her cabinet, opened the door, rummaged inside, and then nonchalantly tossed something over.
A black object flew through the air. Rowdy Brightwill looked up a bit, catching the object thrown at him in the overhead light.
Looking down, he took a closer look—it was a pair of sunglasses.
"It's yours."
Flossie Wright clapped her hands and then closed the cabinet door.
Rowdy Brightwill played with the sunglasses in his hand, his lips twitching as he looked at Flossie Wright with an odd expression, "You sure are generous!"
"Hand over the knife."
Shrugging her shoulders, Flossie Wright extended her hand toward him.
Rowdy Brightwill sighed, looked at the stingy Flossie Wright disappointingly, then reluctantly tossed the Folding Knife over.
