Becca Reyes stayed silent, staring intently at her. Beneath the seemingly calm expression, worry was clearly hidden.
"Come back soon."
Furrowing her brows in thought, Becca kept her gaze firmly on Flossie Wright, before managing to squeeze out these words.
Just as the words fell, a man took Flossie away, leaving only their retreating figures in sight.
Flossie and the man walked steadily at the front, their strong presence making them seem harmonious together.
The two other silently following men in black, though looking robust and savage, walked obediently behind them, all their aura contained.
Somehow, Becca suddenly felt somewhat uneasy.
She always knew that Flossie was different. But in her view, Flossie should have been closer to Glenn Hutchinson. Now…
It seemed as if she suddenly realized that Flossie was closer to some kind of mysterious darkness.
Her mood was somewhat depressed.
She disliked this feeling.
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