Flossie Wright glanced upward, her eyes filled with a murderous intent.
"I need to talk to you about something."
Calvin Ramos slightly bowed his head, gazing at Flossie Wright with sincerity and insistence.
He kept his voice low, as if not wanting to disturb Becca Reyes.
"Let go."
She spoke coldly, brooking no refusal.
The Flossie Wright of today was different from yesterday, she won't allow herself to be controlled by others.
In terms of fighting, if they were to engage normally, Flossie Wright could, at the very least, hold her own against Calvin Ramos.
After a bit of hesitation, disappointment flickered in Calvin Ramos' eyes, but he eventually loosened, and then dropped, the hand that was gripping Flossie Wright's wrist.
"Get out."
Commanding tone.
Calvin Ramos walked towards the door as instructed.
But before he left, he heard footsteps. Turning his head in surprise, he discovered Flossie Wright had followed him out.
