With some emotion, and a bit of a headache.
"I know it's you."
His voice arose by her ear, he, who had always been extremely calm, yet, in his words now, there was a faint trace of undisguised excitement.
Compared to the past, he was acting very out of character now.
The two silent people sitting in front trailed the noise behind to their ears, both couldn't resist glancing at each other.
What kind of woman made Sliver abandon his plans in Africa and run all the way to the untouchable Eastlandia, and now, become so discomposed?
For a while, the driver shook his head slightly, indicating that it was not something they should be concerned about.
"It's me, let go first."
Flossie Wright's voice was as cold as ever, although it was not as indifferent as before.
Even though she didn't mind this touch, being gripped so tightly did cause some pain.
The man didn't say anything.
Flossie Wright didn't move.
It was only after a while that the man slowly let her go.
